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I cry. I weep,
"Don't take her away."
My pleas are ignored.
I want her to stay.

I know it's preface,
the cruelty of this disease.
Surpasses anything I know.
May she have a break please?

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What happens,
when love goes astray?
Do memories fade
or just go away?

A lost love,
is hard to take,
for life has changed,
after a heartbreak.

Where am I to go,
what shall I see?
I'll be all alone,
lonely, old me.

If I give you love,
what will I see?
A happier person,
a happier me.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What was that red glow on the horizon last night? Aurora. Our unusually active Sun produced a surface explosion a few days ago that sent out a burst of electrons, protons, and more massive charged nuclei. This coronal mass ejection (CME) triggered auroras here on Earth that are being reported unusually far south in Earth's northern hemisphere. For example, this was the first time that the astrophotographer captured aurora from her home country of Italy. Additionally, many images from these auroras appear quite red in color. In the featured image, the town of Comelico Superiore in the Italian Alps is visible in the foreground, with the central band of our Milky Way galaxy seen rising from the lower left. What draws the eye the most, though, is the bright red aurora on the far right. The featured image is a composite with the foreground and background images taken consecutively with the same camera and from the same location. Aurora Album: Selected images sent in to APOD

Photo by Giorgia Hofer

You project strength,
it's what I would expect.
It's OK to cry, you don't
need to love or respect.

I flee in haste,
away from thee.
You scare me to death,
with talk of intimacy.

Must I continue
to run and hide,
when you still pursue,
with my wife by my side?

Sweet words, I hear,
coming from you,
provides solace,
in what I do.

I find this fact,
odd, but true,
all about thee,
I like you too.

I'll talk not,
how my emotions scream,
when remembering,
our life was a dream.

Days and weeks,
rapidly go bye,
convincing me,
time does fly.

Talk about,
the speed of light,
as minutes and hours,
take flight.

Would that I,
as dense as I are,
could control time.
We could go far.