A Man Finds Love
by Michael Doyle

Rolled up like a scroll,
You still feel the roll
Of a train around the bend.
It echoes like a friend.

It takes you back to yesterday,
When you didn't have as much to say.
You were building your own mystery,
And you didn't know it had its own history.

One fallen timber at a time.
It becomes something sublime.
Memories unwanted, pushed from the mind
As if meant to be left behind.

I loved it when you said my name,
And who could ever be to blame
For falling in love every single day,
With how you took my breath away.

On the river, we built our house of dreams,
The foundation stones made it as real as it seems.
I asked you to marry me; You said we already were.
It was days like this that lived as just a blur.

One fallen timber at a time.
It becomes something sublime.
Memories unwanted, pushed from the mind
As if meant to be left behind.

We built a little life together.
There along that beautiful river.
It was something real and better,
That beautiful life lived together.

Your love for me was a mystery.
You gave me love and a family.
There in the life we made,
Beneath the oak tree's shade.

One fallen timber at a time.
It becomes something sublime.
Memories unwanted, pushed from the mind
As if meant to be left behind.

With the arrival of this lady,
There was a feeling of just maybe
We were formed by Heaven above,
Every moment spent was one of love.

Looking into your eyes erased the miles.
I was always lost in your smiles.
Late at night, our sweet baby cries.
I found my life inside your eyes.

One fallen timber at a time.
It becomes something sublime.
Memories unwanted, pushed from the mind
As if meant to be left behind.

(c) January 26, 2026    Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved