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My mind is convoluted,
so it must be,
for I am unsure what is happening,
to this emotionally me.

I miss my wife much more,
than it should be,
so why do I struggle so,
to remain solo and free?

I need to run and hide,
for I am weak and sad.
I do not want someone,
to be close, when I am mad,

for I get upset with what
life has done to my love
and to our family.
I will pray to God, above.

All the love there is.
Don't ration your love.
Share love with each other.
If there is love in your heart,
share it with others.
Love is unlimited.

She walked,
walker in hand.
Walking the hallways,
as if in a foreign land.

How many miles,
must she travel,
before the sameness,
she sees, will unravel.

She danced with abandon,
a yellow ribbon in her hair,
twirling about the floor,
floating heavenly, unaware.

The music lively,
providing a rhythm nell,
gliding across the dance floor,
a magic moment under her spell.

Her lips,
painted red,
made me believe,
she soon would wed.

Wed someone,
rich and pure,
like a Fairy Tale,
life will endure.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Can you find the Rosette Nebula? The large, red, and flowery-looking nebula on the upper left may seem the obvious choice, but that is actually just diffuse hydrogen emission surrounding the Cone and Fox Fur Nebulas. The famous Rosette Nebula is really located on the lower right and connected to the other nebulas by irregular filaments. Because the featured image of Rosetta's field is so wide and deep, it seems to contain other flowers. Designated NGC 2237, the center of the Rosette nebula is populated by the bright blue stars of open cluster NGC 2244, whose winds and energetic light are evacuating the nebula's center. The Rosette Nebula is about 5,000 light years distant and, just by itself, spans about three times the diameter of a full moon. This flowery field can be found toward the constellation of the Unicorn (Monoceros).

Photo by Olivier Bernard & Philippe Bernhard

"Much like love itself, St. Valentine and his reputation as the patron saint of love are not matters of verifiable history, but of faith". Read more

An old friend of mine,
is back on the scene.

Words tumble forth,
amidst droopy clouds.
What if words could speak,
on their own, out loud?

Cruel words can
cut to the bone.
No physical injury,
but mental damage done.

Write of things,
you know are true.
Bring words together,
they'll become one or two.