She loved the water,
She loved the sand by the sea,
She loved the Sunset
But
Most of all,
this Lady loved Me.

"When I'll Not Cry" The days and the weeks keep rolling by, As the hours and minutes slowly slip away. Friends stop by, they talk and make plans of what they may or may not do today. The Spring filled with it's beauty, The Summer has Sun and showers as always in it's time. The Fall is still luscious with its leaves and many colors, The Winter still brings snow from the sky. He looks at her picture, as he reads her old letters, in the attic where her procession now lie. Whether alone in Montana or in a room filled with people, From out of no where, there's tears in his eyes Lost love is something we all at sometime live with for when they go one's heart may break inside. Yet when death take them from you, leaving their memories to linger, Those memories will bring real tears to your eyes. The Lord called her home that day in December, to heal her form the pain while here she did stride. Leaving my soul to wander as my heart it now ponders Will there ever be a time: when, for her, I'll not Cry? Written By: Troy Windom