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"I'll wait for you,"
she told me before.
"I'll wait for you
at the end of Life's door."

"Live your life
as you did before
and I'll be here
for evermore.
I'll be waiting
at Heaven's door."

I hate not you;
just your wicked ways.
Your selfish behavior
must soon go away.

For want of life.
For want of fame.
You must learn
to play the game.

Where do we go?
What will I do
if I cannot
be in bed with you?

To rise in the morning,
to fix your tea
with your breakfast,
what will I be?
For you will be
at another place,
I'll be unable to see
your smiling face.

Off in the distance,
Across the vast pond,
Our ancestors, by chance,
Decided to come
to this wonderful place,
Both near and far,
For the prettiest face,
As I saw who you are.

The tilt of your head
when you are talking to me
contains all the joys,
I hoped to see.
Our friendship has been
a lifetime of trial,
as seeing your face
brightens my smile.
I must leave you now;
I'll be gone for awhile,
please wait, not for me
but do linger awhile.

I live the day
to sip the wine,
harvested from
the gnarly vine.

I prefer red,
my wine of choice
but will drink white
when we rejoice.

What you drink
is up to you,
please don't drink
the Mountain Dew.

Screw up your courage,
give us your word.
Take out your saber,
fall on your sword.
Make a decision
for your conscience to dwell.
Quit all the lies,
go straight to... well
perhaps you can make
some amends,
if you can find
anyone of your friends.

A Rine, a word,
don't tell me now,
for I wait not
to say, not ever or how.
Why do you bother
with this thing you are?
Don't you know
that a distance so far
will affect thee
no matter what's said
for you will be gone
when this scourge is dead.

I was at the Pub,
having a brew,
when a movement, I saw
and it was you.
Those beautiful brown eyes
reeled me in and thinking
I might even win
a piece of your affection.
I began, touching your hair,
saying to you, here I am.
You nosed me, with your stubby nose.
It was then I said,
anything goes and then I knew
I loved you so much,
my little Shih Tzu.

A time to be seen.
A time to be heard.
A time to now dream.
A time for the word.

I want not,
not one little thing,
except to be near you
to feel your warmth
and hear your heart beat.
The slowness of your breath
remembering when I would caress
your lovely shoulders,
lying next to thee.
I miss you my darling,
your lovely smile and glow.
Yearning for days, now gone,
when conversation was a joy.
Not the same on this day.
No! Not anymore.