Annie Johnson And Still I Loved Him

Annie Johnson

And Still I Loved Him

And the years went by
The moon streaked my hair with silver;
The laughing lass in my eyes grew dim
And still I loved him.
Nothing remained of the girl in my limbs
Or the proud fancy in the set of my chin.
My brow bore wrinkles of life gone forever
Past the glory of youth and love’s bondage
And still I loved him.
Memory of his features haunted my mind;
Lifted me from the doldrums of boredom
On rainy days when scriptures of love
Like prayers, slipped from my lips
Like breath without temperance knowing
And still I loved him.
His brown eyes smiling at me in dreams
Were brilliantly expressive and fine
As his form silhouetted against morning
And the smell of his body forever fresh
Blessed me with the grace of his adoring
And still I loved him.
All my yesterday’s brimming with fire
Rose to meet the bygone eternity
In the hallowed corners of my being,
Solid as stone in the deep riverbed of my heart…
And still I loved him.