The love of a woman,
pushes through,
a personal conflict,
of what to do.

There is no rhyme,
or reason to,
allow these feeling,
to confuse you.

Yet, here I sit,
all confused,
without a reason,
for what I do,

except to say,
to you and yours.
No matter what,
I still love you.

A range of emotions,
is what is found,
when regarding change,
to the environment, around.

Would you stay in place,
wherever you go,
or try to move forward?
I'm not sure I know.

Early Sun,
a dappled, grey sky.
I think of Spring,
a new beginning to try.

Trying to move forward,
hard as it may be.
It's what I'd want,
if I was thee.

I am amazed, at those,
who, stand in front of me.
When they look this way,
what do they see?

A saddened, old man,
wanting to be free,
or an old Curmudgeon,
looking a lot like me.

I want to be happy again,
perhaps dating or to play,
but I believe my guilt,
will get in my way.

I'll come here tomorrow,
Please wait for me,
as I want to love you,
I'm the best cure for thee.

Here we are,
here we'll be.
Won't you,
wait for me?

A revisit of a time gone by,
now finding the words still are needed.

I never found,
I don't think, anymore,
for the old memories,
my mind does implore.

Quiet! Thinking of the past,
Changes always given before,
are needed now, if you are,
to change your inner core.

Over again.

An ancient, old creature,
who isn't close to you,
was in a predicament,
not knowing what to do.

He was almost famous,
his name was, LaMieux Pewh.
He wandered the earth, year after year,
not knowing what to do.

If you see this creature,
here is what you must do,
protect yourself always, yelling,
leave me alone, LaMieux Pewh.

How do you put pen to paper,
writing a story about fictional
work, using your imagination,
when your writing is too factual.

Why all the excitement,
why waste all the time,
when I have this feeling,
of attracting a clinging vine.

I suppose it is flattering to
have women, I barely know,
hang around, waiting for me,
to be attracted to them, so,

It is not going to happen,
my loved one has been gone,
about 5 weeks. I am not ready.
Please leave me alone.