Magazine Posts

I love you so,
my sweet wife.
I will always love,
until the end of life.

Alone, now am I,
seeing you in evening time.
It's always my wish
to be with you to dine.

Demented the soul,
before it began.
Demented the soul,
the aged man.

Cure all your ills,
before it began.
If you are guilty,
it's good you ran.

Dry the flame of jealousy's
internal heat supply,
for the interest of another,
causing tempers to fly.

Wishes of others,
the insults too,
will always be
about them, not about you.

No more of love,
where has it gone?
Will the words written,
be heard in a song?

All our memories,
thoughts of the past,
are good for me.
Yours didn't last.

Why must those dreams
vanish in the Sun,
when both our thoughts
merge into one?

Sitting, I gaze out the window,
sunshine's bright glare,
reflecting off windowpane,
making my life more aware.

Along the shore,
a fine seaside,
I long to be.
A one-way ride.

My feet in wet sand,
my heart with you.
If you aren't here,
what must I do?

I am hurting so bad,
as she is slipping away.
Sad when I sleep
as her love doesn't stay.

Let me say tomorrow,
what wasn't said today.
I will grant you wishes,
which you'll never pay.

Sanctify my life today,
as I move to the morrow,
along the pathway,
of our life of sorrow.

A risk taker,
is what I are.
Taking some risks,
driving my car.

Taking you away
to some place far.
I need you now,
my guiding star.

Why must fate
be an ugly brew?
Follow your heart,
love will be true.

Oh, Winter times,
extra eating I berate,
for I must try anew,
having to lose weight.