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Alone are the lonely,
sadness is their plight,
never feeling wanted,
by themselves, in the night.

There comes a time
when love will die
and indifference comes to life.

Loving strangers, meet at the
midnight hour,
exchanging glances, while held in
tight embrace.
Holding on, with arms entwined,
lest the one you hold, slips away.
Loves swift moment, passes
and will be gone,
by morning light.

If I could, I would be
all the things you,
expect of me,
unless of course,
I wasn't free,
to be the way, I am.
Do you understand?

Maybe, someday, I will
tell you, who I am.
I hope you are not surprised
or disappointed,
by what you hear.

Don't talk to me with your tale of woe.
Don't talk to me of gin.
Don't lecture me, before I go,
don't talk to me of sin,
unless, of course, you realize,
it's with you, I'll first begin.

Rain falling, covering the earth
with it's mystic ointment,
bringing life.
The rain is natures way
of cleansing,
a shower that makes everything
it touches, fresher.
Rain is life.
Sometimes I hate the rain
because it interferes with
my planning,
like a picnic
or a walk in the sun.

I have known the
softness of your shoulder,
the whisper of your sighs.
I have joined you
in laughter and
when the fire dies,
know that I will stay
with you forever,
or at least, until sunrise.

Do the loves of man,
match those of a woman?
Do those who love,
lose their lovers?
Do friends and relations,
ever fight for nations,
other than their own?
Do people quarrel because
of hate or just from fear?
Do people weep,
because of sadness?
Do those who die,
quit on living?
I wish I knew!

Let me sip the nectar
from a hundred silver cups,
and taste the honey,
produced by the bee.
Let me live today, as if,
tomorrow will never come.

Let me share my love,
with a stranger and
after I have loved,
with no remorse or sorrow.

Perhaps, all the love I've shared,
will bring a new tomorrow,
with a bright beginning,
for in loving, you will find,
another day for living.

It doesn't matter
what you say
or what you do,
I want you to remember
I'm still in love with you.

Wind swept waters, passing
over rock and sand.
Sea fresh scent, rising
from the misty spray
of waves, pounding.

Wetness clings,
to limbs of trees,
reflecting sunlight
on mirrored surfaces.

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