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Do you understand, that what you do,
Has an effect, that I want to
Write about my feelings, that I hid,
Away inside, when I was a kid.
These feeling, gushing from my internal door,
Wither and die, will be no more.

The only crush, I want at all,
Is the crush of grapes, in the fall.
Those ripened grapes, luscious on the vine,
Will soon be, my supply of wine.

So long ago and so far away,
I thought I heard, a child say,
Rest is good, for you and others,
No matter if they're sisters and brothers.
So saying to you, my good friend,
Here's to that eternal life, without end.

Will I still love you, as before,
When you first came, through my door?
My love for you, I must admit,
Is yours to have, unless I'm unfit,
To share this life's, beauty and grace.
I long again, to see your face.

The life we love, can turn to hate,
If we do not listen nor relate,
To needs of others, in our life,
When we face a hardship, full of strife.

I've never met anyone so true,
Until I set my eyes, on you.

I love these mornings, clear and bright
That makes great sleeping, most every night.
The only bad, that I can say,
Is, most the flowers, have gone away.
But nature has, a cure for this,
When leaf's bright colors, provide bliss.
There is nothing better, I can see
Then the many colors, brightening a tree.

Can I ask you, to please stay?
If not the night, at least the day?

The crispy weather and ice crusted streams,
A warm bed, with nights pleasant dreams.
Warmer clothing on these cold Fall days,
Your heartiest wish, is the Sun's rays.

Do you tire, of my sad lament?
Is it a waste of my time
Or could my time, best be spent,
In working on a, brand new rhyme?

It matters not, to me or him
But please stop, calling me, your Jim.
Jim's not my first or last name.
So if it is, still so lame
To think of you, are my Mary,
You can now know me as Jerry.

Knowing not how and knowing not when;
Will I ever see, my love again?
I see her now, in this reality,
But not how she was; this finality
Of losing her logic and reasoning, how
Things do work or tell me now.
I dread the day and won't blame,
When she no longer, knows my name.