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Is it hard to understand,
my love for you, as Lolo?
It's a role I feel comfortable in.
Can't we talk? Should I just go?

If you would like me to,
I will just go away.
You make the choice.
I can go or I can stay.

When danger, dances on your face,
man up and take a stance.
Let danger know, with Glee,
this is not a place to dance.

Go somewhere, far away,
to your special, hidden place
and when danger comes again,
tell it to go away. This isn't a race.

I know not,
of what you ask,
or if the action needed,
to complete your next task.

I will say this,
about you now.
You must change,
and make the vow.

Your life consists of
too much negativity,
It can destroy others,
because it's addictive

I love the flowers,
which bloom in the Spring,
with Daffodils, Tulips
and the Columbines bring.

To walk along
the garden path, paved,
all I can do is observe,
and admire or rave.

You were the best thing that had happened to me, in a long time.
How do I describe this without sending you running away?
You and only you have provided me with the support I
needed, during the worst time in my life. You care.

I know there is nothing I can say or do to help you during
this process. I do know, I value our friendship, more than
at any time in this short life.
I love you and wish you well, while continuing on my
journey to Perdition.

When love returns, to you again,
you will know, don't pretend,
to understand, why this occurs.
It happens, that's for sure.

I miss you so,
my lovely wife.
You were always the,
strength in my life.

An early valentine,
was my wife.
Apparently, she saw
something good in me.

She would urge me on,
through good and bad.
the best support,
I had ever had.

Love has, many memories.
Here is one of imagination,
which I wish I could revisit.

A precious moment as I recall the passing of my beloved.

Sweet was the path,
which lead to my soul.
You brought me the courage
and made me whole.

What part of life will exist
for all of We
if it no longer includes thee?

Back in the hospital again,
where the bedpans my best friend.
Where the Nurses are cute
and much too young for you.

Sorry you all. Limited resource
and lacking talent. What's old
guy to do.
Home tomorrow to bore you again.

If I write about tomorrow,
a day yet to be,
but change the words to yesterday,
for that is what I did see.

Tomorrow is the future,
today is today,
but the day before,
was another yesterday.