A PILGRIMAGE OF LOVE
Clayton Anderson Bell
How did you come into my life? By chance; I think not.
You see I have been searching for you all of my life.
Since I have found you, I can never let you go!
You fill my every hour with love; how did I find you
Does one find a single star and know it is the one,
Among trillions, that ends a pilgrimage of love?
How did I know; how did you know we would meet?
You spoke, I listened; I spoke, you listened;
Now we speak as one; so soft the sounds.
Life begins with a pilgrimage of love, a searching for love.
How did I find you in this pilgrimage of love?
What a beautiful way to describe life!
May 21 2008
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I am the lady who met the fine gentleman of this poem. We met, and fell in love when I was 65 and he was 70. Sadly he died this past June. One of the last things he said to me was to look me in the eye and say exactly this. "How did you come into my life? How did I ever find you in this pilgrimage of love?" Our love was a beautiful experience and I am so grateful for it. Ferne
My dear Ferne, Now the world and all within it know of this love. It was a love that was meant to be shared. Clayton.
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