The perfect says: " Forever"
Then it is gone slowly waving
Goodbye until it it cannot be
Seen. Cannot be remembered

Sometimes in our long grief We
Call her unfaithful other times
We blame ourselves that we had
Not the strength to keep her nor she
To stay but that was yesterday. Now
is a new season and fool that I am-
I see love coming in the pink clouds

What is Forever is not remembered
It is In the eternal now yielded to God
A treasure kept for us in heaven...