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My emotions are raw,
they won't let me be.
All things are happening,
because of me.

Is it any wonder,
for you are the one,
I'll look for you,
as searching is fun.

Why am I
feeling this way?
I've lost my mind.
It's gone away.

You approach,
now you are here.
I'm happy, for it's
your voice I hear.

I am a creature,
on my own,
liking to observe,
watching, no phone.

Forlorn the land,
Forlorn my mind.
So much wasteland,
too much of one kind.

Relive the memories
of our yesterday.
I can remember,
yours are gone away.

I like to talking with you,
but not on the phone.
I feel the warmth
in your voice tone.

Your voice,
like honey to a Bee.
When I hear you,
I'm where I should be.

I don't want to write,
to scare you away.
I mean to write
to hear you say,

I like what you write.
Do more of it how?
I want to understand,
where you are now.

You'll never know
what you meant to me,
if I'm not brave,
I might flee.

You are my light,
you won't always be.
I'll try my best,
until God sets you free.

The sweetness
in your eyes,
helps me understand
and to realize,

the kindness of a smile,
a very pleasant surprise,
finding your inner beauty,
a Win a first prize.

For naught
the bell will toll,
as daylight falls,
and emotions boil.

Why do you worry so?
"It's just a life",
is what you said.
But "it's my wife",

and what you say
about the uncertainties now
are irresponsible to me
for I have made her a vow,

to love honor and obey,
in sickness and in health,
matters not about what.
Life is not about wealth.

A tormented mind
is what I see,
not for her but
the old fool me.

The fire drew dim,
when the embers cooled.
So true in life,
it pays to not be fooled.

As in life, we must,
stoke life's fires,
as a day draws out,
a small flame becomes a pyre.

Life's fires spring forth,
almost every day.
Put them out quickly,
to avoid a phased array.

There are times,
quite a few,
when I realize why,
I write like I do.

My interest in people,
knowing quite a few,
inspires me to write,
so it's what I do.

A vision of smiles
and eyes of blue
or brown are also
lovely too.

If I see you naught,
it's ok with me.
You promised
through thick and thin,
to stay by me.
I was dropped
like a hot potato.
Over a year has gone by,
without an explanation.
I won't cry about your
melodramatics.

What life will bring,
death will take away.
Matters not the strength present,
just a realization life will not stay.