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Oh my love,
why
has this happened to
thee?
This disease I
see,
has now changed
me.
I love you
now,
as it should
be.

What do you know
of this life of ours?
Can you discern meaning
by viewing the Stars?
There is no Seer to see;
it all depends on you and me.

You made your first comment
on December 24, 2017, day.
"Beautiful and profound" you did say.
I write this small verse and
pray your life is better,
when you receive this short letter.
The goodness you have in your voice
is a selection you make; your choice.
It pleases me when I see words from you
for you were the first to give me a review.
Love to you and yours, Amy

When the Rose has lost its bloom.
When the wind has lost its sigh,
It will be time to leave the room;
It will be time to say goodbye.

Do you not understand?
Can you not see,
How much I need you,
To stay here with me?

Life is too short,
so is the day,
when the night falls
and love slips away.

The light of love
seeps from your eyes.
I have seen this before,
it is not a surprise.
Brown is the color
of those beautiful eyes.
Soft is your laugh,
so I'm left to surmise
when the love pours forth
from your beautiful eyes.

You bring forth the life
in this aged, old soul.
I'll write not in riddles,
for you make my life whole.

Words can be hurtful,
words can be sad.
Words can bring solace.
Words can bring comfort.
Words can be apologetic.
Words can be loving,
Words can be prayers.
Words can be helpful
Words which we share.
Words of I Love You,
Words which show care.
Words of understanding,
Words every where.

I gaze at the sky,
the twinkling stars,
wondering out loud
if your from Venus or Mars.
Please tell me your name,
don't run away.
I am a lonely soul
and here I must stay.

I walk the road,
I drive the car,
I search the fields,
both near and far.
Where are you now?
What is my goal?
I look for you
and my missing Soul.

A downward slide
into the gloom.
Just one more step
before the tomb.

I apologize to all on this beautiful, cold Sunday morning
for the morbid writing.