What are, what is, what if?

What are tears but sorrowful eyes sending droplets down an unsuspecting face?
Tears that have joyfully removed once smiling eyes and sent them into a damp hiding place
How well I remember the times my eyes have called out to their keeper and cried -
- yes my Orchid Lady I have openly cried each time you have held me, then left me for awhile.

What is sadness but a feeling of loss when someone you love is not standing beside you?
Sadness is the joy that lurks within a person ever ready to show its ugliness when things seem wrong
Sweetheart, it really lives within me and I can feel it preparing itself to laugh at me whenever we are parted
No matter how hard I try to remain happy, when I am alone, I never seem to be able to banish it.

What is loneliness but a period of time when I wake up and find you are not there waiting to great me?
Times when I open my eyes, then turn toward you, only to find the angel of my life is not holding out her arms
It takes me a few moments before my eyes awaken to find my outstretched arm searching in vain for you
If these moments are not loneliness then my flower, I shall never understand the meaning of loneliness.

What is a morning without a glorious sun shining into the bedroom holding out its hand to welcome you to the day?
Taking its place when the coldness of the night moon has completed its time with us then journeys on to another country
If we were to take our daily walk into the forest; all manner of creatures would run to you and trees and flowers smile
If the sun could speak instead of shine it would tell you how you enhance its golden rays and make a day wonderful.

What is a day - how can I journey through its 24 hours without holding your hand and proudly walking beside you?
How would I be able to describe the joy and the wonder as I feel your heart calling out to mine so they can beat together?
Even as I couch these words I feel a tear hurrying down my face as if to tell me to hurry and place my arms around you
Orchid Lady there will never be a day when you don't occupy every living moment that God allows me to have.

What are the joys that live inside our heart, such as; birthdays, holidays and the joy that Christmas means to us?
For me to be able to purchase you a gift then watch as your eyes light up and emotions pour out of your heart
It means so much to see your smiles and listen to you as you turn and speak those loving words without pretence
Joys are moments that stay inside a person and only leave when that person departs for a future existence.

What if you weren't here tomorrow, what if I woke up and there was no Orchid Lady to welcome me?
Sweetheart, this poem will have no ending for a tomorrow without you would have no meaning.

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