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Careless the heart,
quick to share love,
to an unplanned response's
message from above.

I can still keep
looking for love
and companionship,
with guidance from above.

We all need love.
From the day we were born,
when love finds you,
come blow your horn.

A parallel of time.
Another day and year.
I will search for you,
over the ocean, over here.

Life has changed,
less smiles, more tears,
as I discover why,
my life is in arrears.

I remember,
the sweetness,
of your lips.
Our first kiss.

You were everything
to me, my courage,
my strength and
my personal sage.

Let me love you till
there's no tomorrow.
We'll live for the moment,
forever, without sorrow.

Yesterdays are gone,
I am alone,
waiting for you,
to come along,

to rescue my soul,
with me so long,
in this life, mine,
and its sad song.

I think of you often,
as hours go by.
I want to love you,
I'll give it a try.

If you don't love me,
I will understand,
for you can do,
what you want to this old man.

My mind spins,
increasing with each thought.
What is happening to me?
Can I respond to what I sought?

Confusion, in my mind, reigns supreme.
I'm not trying to keep score,
I just realize I'm looking.
Looking for much more.

Early in the springtime,
in the hills, east of here,
where we would go fishing,
later enjoying a beer.

The sky fell,
from out of space.
It hit me,
in my face.

So here I am,
a star in my eye,
as moonlight
makes me cry.

No excuse,
for whom I am.
I am a saddened,
dejected man.

I lost my love,
my wife,
and a dear friend,
is ill, too much strife.

I cannot,
lose again,
someone who's
a good friend.

I leave now,
sad at heart,
not wanting again
to lose or part.

I walk the beach,
in early morn.
The smells and sounds,
as I'm reborn.

A breeze carrying,
Ocean spray,
gull's forlorn cries,
fade away.

I've returned to where,
I've been before.
Alone I am,
walking the shore.

Waking with a pain,
in the back of my head.
Probably when talking,
it was something I said.

Waxing poetic about
words which I write.
Not always the best tactics,
could be, you may be right.

A love I experienced,
has gotten out of hand,
for my feelings of love,
I no longer understand.