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When you do not decide
and sit on the fence,
is there a reason
or am I just dense"
Research the subject;
check out the facts;
make your decisions,
keeping logic on track.

The thought of you,
brings peace to my heart.
The way you were
when our love did start.
The warmth of your breath,
along the side of my cheek,
reminded me of the saying,
"Love is not for the weak."

My words
are the extension
of what's in my Soul,
for I speak the truth,
it's what I say
and I'll write of the truth,
every hour of every day.

Emotional times,
are now in our life.
Together, forever,
as a man and a wife.
Long were the years,
long may they reign,
the string will be broken
and here I'll remain.
What sadness there is,
I cannot explain,
the last time I heard,
you speak out my name.
Yet life will continue,
long and beyond,
as I will remember
the love I had found.

No one cared
like you did
for me.
Now you
no longer care,
lost, I am,
in your memory.

I can't understand.
I cannot surmise
about the thoughts,
behind your brown eyes.
You say, "I love you"
over and over, again.
I know you are afraid
but cannot explain, without logic
or reasoning, which is missing,
in your most beautiful mind.
When you say, "I used to be smart",
I know it is true,
but the one I married,
is no longer you.
I love you.

Bury my heart,
where it should be,
next to my loved ones
and along side thee.

He awoke in the morning,
his clothes were all wet.
What is this? came to mind,
why am I outside on our deck?
Wet clothes, body cold,
did I do something?
Will I be told
of another failure
in this lonely life,
where I failed again
to protect my wife?

Don't stop now.
Don't make amends,
for your choice
of who are your friends.

A new life for her,
she won't care.
A new life for me,
my soul laid bare.

Yesterday morning,
my wife said to me,
"I don't know
who I am."
She spoke out free,
she didn't know her family;
she didn't know me.

Flows the air, slowly
past the worries,
trapped in your mind.
Concern for others,
not as fortunate as you.
Mistakes will be made
prior to meeting, there
at the table, near
where he lay covered,
in dirt; his will
broken, by his hate.
Spring forth the morning,
run they no more.
Push hard for justice.
There is still time,
to correct the issues.
Both yours and mine.