Maybe it is in the nature of love
To fall away like autumn leaves;
Yet I wonder before you step out now,
Who helps you roll up your shirt sleeves.
I reckon you can live all by yourself
And you no longer need love’s aid.
When spring whispers in after winter dies,
Maybe then fears shall be unmade.
Now, as the rain falls and memory cries,
I remember enough to mourn,
And, in a darkened corner, my heart tries
To piece back life this love has torn.
Poetry…(rhymes)
Is all I write
Feels like a waste of time
Time that has been kind
(In hindsight –
I’ve always looked behind)
Through all battles fought
Life has cheated
Me of what I once sought.
This thought will pass.
Love is me.
Its grief does not last.
But a violence fills me
I rage against the night
Silently.
Life will continue
to use love’s heart
Despite these poetic lessons
That chronicle
its tearing apart.
Shine down on me, starry night,
Shower your blues and yellows;
Transcend death into your light;
I’ll wait until it all mellows.
Your buildings are cut and dry,
Blue-grey trees keeping them soft,
There’s one great star asking, why
Black brush strokes hold the sky aloft?
Faith falls short in my belief;
Nature becomes the pillars;
Trees big and small give relief
People are silent killers.
Starry night, kindly, be kind
And merge these lines into one;
Leave not a sole stroke behind
Beautify what you’ve begun.
Hearts Still Care 
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