Where has love gone?
Why did it go away?
Will it return again?
Only you can say.

Love is like, a burning bush,
Full of heat and fire,
As emotions, run the course
Of loves, great desire.

Be you not a stranger then,
For there is no time to waste.
Do what you need to do, again
And do it with a great haste.

The pain of living in the past
Is the memories, I knew wouldn't last
And so remembering, youth now lost,
Is just another piece of the aging process.

Days go bye, quicker than a wink,
Perhaps it's I who needs a shrink.
The uncertainty, which stays with me, inside
My emotions, not displayed, to the outside
For family and friends, to see the pains
That is coursing, within my aged veins.

"I'm losing my mind", she said to me,
For I do not have any memory
Of things, I saw, read or ate
And I can't understand or relate,
To those forgotten moments of the past
Or names of people, I thought would last.

In the dark, early morning hours,
As I arise from my bed,
Life is such a wonderous moment,
As words, enter into my head.
I write them, so quickly now,
For if I don't, the words
Escape me, leaving without a sound,
As they fall, useless, to the ground.

The crazy things, that I see,
Have become, quite a puzzling mystery.
Things, that you knew well before,
Have left and are no more.

Thinking of you, but we have never met,
So knowing you not, I can't forget,
Things that could or may never be,
Part of a new life of history.

Watering the plants, in the morning light
While listening to music, is all right.
There is a peace of mind and serenity,
As I think of love's grand intensity.

From deep within, my saddened heart,
Comes a love, that wants no part
Of someone's loss, that's close to me,
It is the loss of love's memory.

Bend, not break, has been my rule,
Although, I have been, quite the fool,
Falling in love, is an easy chore,
Breaking up, is the one I abhor.