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Her lips were red,
the color of cherries,
her eyes sparkled now.
The breath of her mouth,
was moist on your neck, bare,
as your heart was a flutter
and you thought of love,
with the soft music playing,
quite close and near,
was how it happened ,
when you a young lad,
hugged your first girl.
I hope it was then
and will happen once more,
before life is at end
with Death near the door.

Long will I remember,
the sweetness of you.
When did it end?
I'm asking you now,
were they my words
or your new friend?
Please help me here,
this soul is bent.
My time on Earth,
relenting life to you,
is not the effort,
so goodbye and adieu.

Please pay attention
to the words which I write,
for you may see a change,
gaining an advantage and insight
of my mind, as it wanders,
from source to another site.
Writing of things; making no sense
or sitting in the middle of the proverbial fence.
The path of this life's gone;
will not return here, anymore
for all of my writings
will lay on the floor,
waiting for someone to soon say
The end is over, he's gone away.

A time in life
to rethink the plan.
The road, well trod,
we took; woman or man.
It matters not,
what was said
or how well you planned.
When the Lord decides
your life will change
every which way it can.
You have little control
in this World, ours.
Accept life as it is,
as life is measured in
hours, minutes of time
as the Sun will
still set, once again.

For want of a word.
For a want of more time.
Why in the World
must my words rhyme?
If words are hard,
or just sublime,
why must they rhyme,
time after time?

To write again these words to you,
brings satisfaction in what I do,
for these words, which are here,
will remain on paper, as I disappear.
Written words, as a writers craft,
brings forth meaning from the chaff.
Are the words confusing? I will ask,
for writing thoughts is my task.

Long will I wander.
Long will I roam,
until I see you again
at the place called home.

You were the day
and became the night.
The sunshine became dim
and the sunlight took flight.
All of the joy
and the happiness too,
ebbed and flowed,
each day for you.
You no longer know me,
but know you, I do,
as this life no longer
has a beautiful view.
I am confused, as I see,
little about our history.
You talk now in riddles too
and have hallucinations,
more than a few.
I am beyond myself now,
unsure of what I should do.

I have a word,
in the back of my mind,
which I hope is flattery,
and not too unkind.
Words full of richness,
not those of despair,
but words of happiness,
for all; everywhere.

My mind is so lost,
for it is seldom home,
as here, in the World,
it remains by itself; alone.

As sure as the Sun
and the Spring rain,
I need to see you,
once more is my refrain.
I will try, when words
become serious, not trite,
for I seek your forgiveness
as I walk through the night.

I have been searching
and the things I sought,
are precious items
which cannot be bought.