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Here I sit, awaiting,
alongside of you.
You say, "I don't know you,"
though you make eye contact.

My mind has grown cloudy,
strange thoughts in play.
Another favorite
is going away.

I'll miss you,
your perky smile,
with quick wit,
it's your style.

No more the light,
from your eyes, shine.
It matters not,
for you are mine.

My love for you,
has no bounds,
while your voice,
emits beautiful sounds.

What has thou wrought?
Love has gone away,
and shan't be back,
until a happier day

I see a faraway look,
in her eyes,
a thousand-yard stare,
and a look prompting sighs.

Where are you now,
my sweet girl?
Are you lost in this life,
where everything is a twirl?

Sweet and low,
off and running,
sometimes it's better,
than being cunning.

When I was fifteen years of age,
I rode a horse on a cattle drive.
Moving the cattle, down the country
roads, through Sagebrush and other plants.

After one day of riding, my rear end was
sore, and we kept on "driving the cattle,
toward our goal, which was a ranch,
east of Ellensburg.
My legs were sore after being in the
saddle. I didn't know what I was doing
but quarter horse knew every move the
cattle would make, cut them, off so
we could continue our drive.
Great memories of that time.

Dearest Elle,
sweet Ellie true.
I wish it were me,
not unlucky youl

Of all the love
which exist in this Word,
you are the one and
will be my only girl.

I should have left my writing alone,
as my eyes are brimmed with tears,
recalling the memories from home.
I recall Happy moments.

Return to me, my love,
return to me.
Listen to my request,
please hear my plea.

When love stopped by,
it was only by chance,
as she was only passing,
on the way to a dance.

How can love enter now,
when the sadness here,
presents itself every day.
I have no interest, just a tear.

Should I write,
something profound,
or should I, dress up,
as a Carnival Clown?

Sweet Lord of mystery,
science and math,
please guide this soul,
down life's dangerous path.

You are the one,
who hides in the cloud,
speak to me Lord.
Please tell me aloud.

No more the risk,
no more the word or tome.
Please take me Lord.
Please take me home.