Never Grew Old
The first time our eyes locked across the space,
I was caught in the awe of your quiet grace.
To me, you were perfection from head to toe,
With a warmth in your presence that made me glow.
You held me close and you made me feel safe,
Carving out peace in a chaotic place.
And through every laugh and each passing hour,
I still had to wonder beneath all your power:
What was it you saw when you looked at me?
A mystery wrapped in your honesty.
Strong and tender, intense and kind,
A touch so divine that it stayed in my mind.
You gave me a feeling that time couldn't take,
A bond no quiet departure could break.
Though the distance grew wide and the trail went cold,
The memory of Johnny never grew old.
We shared the best times that I'd ever known,
A depth of affection I'd never been shown.
Gentle hands paired with an unspoken might,
You took over my world and you set it alight.
And then came the day that I sat with the page,
Freezing that moment against every age.
Line by line, every contour in place,
My pencil captured the truth of your face.
I sent it to you
just to let you see
The beauty you were always holding
for me.
Strong and tender, intense and kind,
A touch so divine that it stayed in my mind.
You gave me a feeling that time couldn't take,
A bond no quiet departure could break.
Though the distance grew wide and the trail went cold,
The memory of Johnny never grew old.
The years rolled on and the silence grew deep,
A lingering shadow I promised to keep.
I’ve searched every corner and wondered where you’d be,
Carrying the spark of what you gave to me.
Because etched in that sketch,
forever brand new, Is the soul of a man and a moment
so true.
Strong and tender, intense and kind,
A touch so divine that it stayed in my mind.
You gave me a feeling that time couldn't take,
A bond no quiet departure could break.
Though the distance grew wide and the trail went cold,
The memory of Johnny never grew old.
In the warmth of the room,
in the quiet we made,
A depth of surrender that never will fade.
You gave me everything,
held nothing back,
Leaving yourself deep inside where the shadows contract.
You left your mark on me that day,
Beyond what any photograph could display.
In the heat of the memory,
the lines of that sketch,
A mark that no passage of seasons could stretch.
Johnny, you gave me a time so complete,
That no one else could ever compete.