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I've found words I
love to write,
about life's joys
and not for spite.

Hurtful words of
ridicule and distain,
can leave this place,
never to return again.

Write of love
and how we were,
so many years ago,
when we were there

These are the words,
I've always known.
My feelings are out there,
my covers blown.

Someone listened as I told my tale
of how my life came to be.
The daughter of my neighbor,
who was from Arlington, D.C.

We discussed, or I should say I talked,
while she listened to me,
a special moment, feeling well
about our talk, to me, heavenly.

I will not violate the privacy
of our conversation, 'twas good for me.
We were in the Courtyard, where,
there were many flowers we could see.

Time went by slowly but quick
as she listened to me.
My enjoyment, was enlightened,
so, I say, thank you. I love thee

Days zip by,
quicker than I think.
I'll say this now,
I need a shrink.

Who puts a word
like love, into play?
A four-letter word,
meaning, have a great day.

I can't say I love you,
because I'm a married man.
What does that mean?
I don't understand.

When love was young,
my mind was new.
All my thoughts of love,
were about you.

Now I'm an elder,
my mind will stay,
as my thoughts of love,
refuse to go away.

Looking in the mirror,
not sure what I see,
an old, wrinkled face,
looking back at me.

I write one line
of loving words,
my eye moistens.
How absurd.

From all the wants
in the World to see,
it's your lovely smile,
when you look at me.
I love you Ellie

When love is the answer.
What is the question?
Feelings for another,
making you whole, once more.

A fallen tree
across mountain stream,
a someday journey
for a childhood dream.

Long lay the moss,
upon the old tree,
much like a life,
full of misery.

It's hard to remove,
but we must try,
to improve our lot,
when cows fly.

A silly word,
perhaps, one or two,
but who cares anymore,
it's probably not you.

Heavy the heart,
on this sunny day,
my loved one with me,
but her memories, gone away.