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Often times, when reflecting on
the past, I will wonder, what was,
I thinking about when I wrote this.
I don't know, is my answer.
You be the judge.

I know I was writing about a friend,
who would listen to my concerns and
provided support by just listening.
A truly, great trait, for a friend.
I am a lucky man.

When I'm alone
and blue,
I find myself,
thinking of you,

no matter where,
near or far,
I want to be,
where you are.

A beautiful, young lady,
came into my life.
I knew in the moment,
she would be my wife.

We wed, and two boys,
came our way,
a happy family,
until one day.

Now she is gone,
away from my side,
the beautiful Ellie,
once was my bride.

When much younger,
I traveled, returning home
on a Friday after talking to
employes for the prior days.

When telling a story,
the subject should be grand,
with a great amount of data,
which I hope you understand.

Was it wrong,
to fall in love with you?
It depends on asking,
about what to do.

Her skin was pale,
you could call it fair,
with eyes of brown,
the girl with Ebony hair.

Her voice did sparkle,
a nice trait, but rare,
as a quintessential soul,
the girl with Ebony hair.

I met her a while ago,
not remembering where,
but I fell in love with,
the girl with Ebony hair.

So many years, past,
a life we did share,
now she is gone,
the girl with the Ebony hair.

How much I miss her,
I'm willing to share,
forever the memories of
the girl with the Ebony hair.

Why am I sad?
I sit here, I do,
Where have you gone?
What did I do?

Love me today.
Love me tomorrow.
Love through good times,
Love me when in sorrow.

A tale of discovery

The heart is a
remarkable thing,
for during our life's
journey, it will bring.

How many times,
can a heart break,
while still repairing itself,
what an effort it will take.

Yet here we are,
on this barren ground,
looking for love,
wherever it may be found.