If I say to you,
telling no lie,
would you believe,
would you try?

Life is short,
as we all see.
Life has no meaning,
if I am not with thee.

Life can be cruel,
in many a way,
when a loved one
is taken away.

Please keep saying,
you love me,
every working day,
I'll always be,

He who supports you,
in every way,
until it is over
at the end of the day.

a puddle
a big splash
wet feet

Late was our youth,
right from the start,
when we were young,
in affairs of the heart.

Time has passed,
we all played a part,
life was sweet,
in the affairs of the heart.

What happens now,
when we are apart,
at the end of life,
in affairs of the heart.

Life was a gift,
memories Alacarte,
another chapter,
in affairs of the heart.

Life was our pleasure,
our history and art,
we were all players,
in affairs of the heart.

It's been a while,
I will say,
since you and I,
came this way.

We walked together,
hand in hand,
as we entered
the promised land.

All these years,
here we are,
friends again,
you're a shining star.

My love for you,
always grows,
for you're a flower,
an American Rose.

Words keep pouring,]
out of this aged head.
I should be asleep,
but I'm writing instead.

When, to me, this happens,
writing words to be read,
I am awake now, sitting
on the edge of my bed.

Beds are a place to sleep,
but as I've said,
it's no longer true,
I'm a child to be led.

Happy, I gave
this life a whirl.
Happy I met
you as a girl.

Long did we live,
through day and night.
You were my sweetheart,
you were my light.

The light in our life,
has become dim.
Hold me close, now,
life has become grim.

If I tell you a story,
about me and you,
will you believe me,
if my words are untrue?

Lying to you,
is not what I do,
but I'll say it's alright,
worrying about you.

I've been writing,
for an hour, instead
of laying warm,
in my bed.

Good night all,
is what I say,
putting pen and paper
away for today.

a frog sat
on a bumpy log
water splashes.

Be proud of who you are
and the place you're from.
Our life always starts somewhere,
then it will succumb.

We grow older, day by day,
new events will become,
our life's experience and many
will meld together and be done.

I write, with no intent,
to harm others, with my words.
Many of the words maybe trite,
while some may be absurd.

I write all thoughts, which coursed
through this aged head,
and to make sure,
my EGO is fed.

The will,
no longer exist,
to fight another,
using your fist.