When your love,
is unconditional,
leaving nothing to chance,
love will become traditional.

The wayward heart,
searching for love,
finding a friend.
Thank you for
guiding me to a
new place, to be when,
I'm searching.

What's the purpose, in life?
What purpose, indeed.
When do you draw the line,
or just give up. You know, Cede.

There is no fool,
like an old fool,
who lets pride,
get in the way.

I still have another,
which I thought went away,
but they are here again.
Too bad they won't stay.

Thank you for the comments,
my very good friend.
I will need a shot of Bulliet,
for this Saga to end.

He lived alone,
early in his life,
then the demands/joy,
of having a wife.

Someone to talk to,
about events, did manifest.
A person to relax with,
who shared his interest.

Is it too much to ask for,
she would ask, with a smile.
Where is my beloved?
She's been gone awhile.

All of the memories,
from so long ago,
are only recalled, by him,
when reliving their life's show.

Sitting in my chair,
it's past 3:30 AM.
I'm trying to write about,
events way back then.

Back then in my life,
while still a teenaged child,
capturing memories,
of when I was wild.

My emotional baggage,
must drain the life from you.
I don't wish to cause trouble,
but it's become apparent, I do.

I will no longer refrain,
from stating a fact,
when you are mistaken,
turn around and go back.

Confusion, reigns,
in my mind.
Perhaps, you can help,
my memories to find.

When I was young,
so many years ago,
I fell in love,
at least I thought so.

It may have been love,
or just a big infatuation,
but as I recall,
it was more like a sensation.

A sensation of warmth,
that made me feel funny,
for after I met her,
all of my days were sunny.

I hope to return to,
where there was a chance,
to submerge myself,
in relearning to dance.

Old time dance steps,
or anything new.
It's what I would like,
to dance there with you.

I am very sorry,
for allowing myself,
to become fond of you.
It was inappropriate,
allowing this to happen.
You were very kind,
shortly after my
wife passed away.
I became too dependent,
upon you. I'm sorry.

Thoughts of being near the ocean
are in my mind. Many years we spent
on the Oregon coast. I miss it. I will
return again, alone with my memories.