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One time, long ago,
when I was much younger,
I fell in love.
There was no euphoria,
no bells ringing
or any of the other,
literal takings,
but simply, a warm
feeling of trust and comfort.

Growing older, trust and
jealousy became mixed,
while comfort became
a habit, as
taking someone for granted.

This realization. was long
in coming, for I was blind
and unwilling to reason.
I have changed for the
better, now.

Wind swept waters,
passing over rock and sand.
Sea fresh scent
rising from the spray
of waves, pounding.
Wetness clings
to limbs and tree leaves,
reflecting sunlight
like a thousand mirrors.

Seagulls passing overhead,
cast their shadows,
on the sand.
Mournful, crying, always
watchful, looking for natures offering.

Candles burning brightly,
forming circles on the ground,
flickering, lying quietly,
making not a sound,
like a bent blade of grass,
covered with dew.

Ceremonies of darkness,
casting its certain spell.
What is it that you saw,
that you knew so well?

Gone are the days,
gone from your mind,
of seeing or believing
or of trying hard to find.
A place where you can be,
alone when you would like,
some peace of mind.

Sit you there, with your hair,
lying now unfolded,
draped about your shoulders,
a living shawl.
Shadows play, among your breast,
as sunlit fingers passes,
across your nakedness.

There was a time, not long ago,
when I could talk to you,
about our daily tasks
and what we would like to do.
Those days, long gone from us,
as the words of yesterday,
will be said again tomorrow,
as if new.
I will be here for you, love,
each and every day,
until such time that God decides,
it's time to go away.

If I were a writer of melodies,
sad songs would be my forte,
for sadness comes the easiest
to those who sit and wait
and do nothing, simply nothing,
to change.
Weep not for those sad songs
for they are merely words,
of frustrated lovers,
stating their lament,
of sadness.

Crawl up on my shoulder,
little one,
nestle up, close, behind my ear.
Whisper gently, all your secrets,
tell me the wonders, I want to hear.
Make this place your refuge,
stay close to me, unless you'd
rather be,
off on some romantic venture,
far across the hill and past the sea.

Won't you lie down beside me
and tell me all you know,
about your dreams and wishes
and where you'd like to go.

Let me lie beside you
and I'll talk to you of love
and all the wondrous beauty
that shines from up above.

Let me fill your ears with laughter,
watch the love spill from my eyes,
as I caress you, oh so gently,
enraptured by your sighs.

Stand alone
with strength,
never bending,
to those who would
have you be,
that which you are not.
Let those who chide,
in spiteful manner,
choose carefully,
the words they say.

If I were a sculptor,
I would carve
from the finest piece of stone,
the symmetry of your face.

Time is but a fleeting moment,
passing swiftly through our lives,
never stopping, never waiting,
fleeting by, before our eyes.

Loving you is easy,
it isn't hard to do.
The softness of your
laughter,
the color of your eyes,
your kind and gracious
comments
and soft receptive ear,
means more to me,
than I can say
or that you may
wish to hear.
You walk among
the shadows,
of loves I've known
before
and brighten
my dreary day,
while pushing away
the clouds of unhappiness,
by smiling.