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What hath
love wrought,
under the guise
of infatuation?
Emotions on
full alert,
as actions
cause a hurt.
Another scar
in the age
old story
of life
and death.
I will
always
love you,
until my
last
dying breath.

Long the window
to the Soul,
eyes reflection
of days gone by.
All seeing, eyes
capturing joy
and sorrow.
Anguish does not
become thee.

I await
my fall
from grace.
I'll be brave
as I can be,
for I am,
a careless man.
I know not
what fate
will come.
To live
or succumb
to those
who hate.
I'll await
this time
in solitude,
searching for
different scenes.
No more!
No mas!
Here I stay,
not to remember
but to
stay away.

I look into
the eyes of
my beloved wife.
She is upset about
something, but cannot
tell me, .what it is.
If something goes,
awry, she will not
admit it, instead
will say "It wasn't me."
Words said, over and over again.
Never was this way,
prior to being diagnosed
with Early Onset Dementia,
in January 2017.

No matter where,
no matter when,
I will soon,
see you again.

The sadness of Dementia,
as it transforms into Alzheimer's,
is painful to see,
as a loved one changes
in front of me.
There is pain from memory lost.
She does not believe she has Dementia.
It was a given in the beginning.
She was aware and spoke of it.
Now she believes she is getting better,
she is not.
I wish there was a cure for this
terrible disease. Unfortunately, there
isn't and I'll continue to be with her.

Alone, he was,
within a crowd.
He spoke softly,
never was loud.
It was his
polite manner,
which distracted
from within,
his burning desire,
to succeed,
however, he
wanted to
be liked.
A contrarian
business model,
"You must be
short, don't
fraternize with
your coworkers"
at this he failed,
but he was happy.

A cry,
A wail,
A request
For love,
Come from
Others Far
From here.

When darkness
draws near,
'tis when
rises an old fear.
Fear lives
deep inside.
Fear of losing,
fear of failure.
Always try,
life changes,
you'll see why,
fear will
go elsewhere,
if you
will deny
and look
towards the
future and
another try.

Barren the branch,
no leaves appear.
Will they return?
Perhaps, next year.

To love,
to laugh,
to cry, again,
to feel,
to know
you have a friend.
To say
the words,
so often
not said,
"I love
you so"
is what
she spoke.
Stay here
with me,
one night,
more, for
I need
you more
then I
can say.
If you
cannot stay
anymore,
I will
show you
the door.
Goodbye love,
perhaps we
will meet
once again.
Unti then,
let us be
just friends.

What happened to love?
What happened to fame?
Why has our life,
gone incredibly lame?
If you know the answer,
please tell me now,
for all of my feelings
I will not disavow.