Waiting for Her at Heaven's Gate

Walking down the street in eighty-five,

Memories whisper softly, feelings come alive.

Old man with a gentle gaze,

Lost in time, through love's old haze.

He remembers days of youthful cheer,

Dances under the moon so clear.

She was the light in his world war days,

Now silent streets, remembering her gaze.

Valentine's whispers in his mind,

Moments of love he’s still trying to find.

A box of chocolates, a rose so red,

Thoughts of her sweet smile in his head.

Valentine's Day, a bittersweet tune,

Love that lingers, past the moon.

Waiting at heaven’s gate above,

For her warm hug, her endless love.

He walks alone but feels her near,

In every laugh, in every tear.

Her memory's a sacred art,

Living on inside his heart.

One day they’ll meet where angels sing,

Embraced together, eternal spring.

Valentine's Day will never fade,

Love's timeless bond, never betrayed.