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Love for another,
can be fickle,
can be true.
Depends on devotion,
if you're true
to the love,
you have discovered,
it's not about you.

You are my wish,
a great desire,
to see you again,
as my life tires.
Long may you
and your life
be in bloom
when you grace
a desired room.

Hold me close.
Hold me tight.
Say you love me.
Kiss me good night.

To the far side of never,
will make up this day.
Use the Sun as your lever
to pry up the haze,
as another tomorrow
is now on it's way.

The cave was dark,
the light was dim,
dampness in the air.
A cave of lost souls,
filled with their despair.
Souls residing in the cave;
Lost because no one cared.

Will you wait for tomorrow,
when tomorrow may never come?
Laying there in a shelter,
after today's time is done.

Where is the creation,
where is the art?
What happens to the process,
when my thoughts fall apart?

If the creative part
of my mind starts to fail,
it will be the mental
equivalent of going to jail.

Come forth the morning,
I tire of the night.
Looking for the brightness
to this gloomiest night.

There isn't any future,
in "Let's pretend."
A World of fantasy,
without any end.

Moonlight and roses,
champagne or wine,
chocolate tid bits,
all sound devine,
when courting another,
sweetheart of thine.

He strolls along
the Market Place,
his walk, like a strut,
at his own pace.
Where goest you now?
You've fallen from grace.