From the shy and reluctant lover
To the dry and expectant stranger,
Of losing what made you
One of a kind.
Love is blind.
Its a start.
Its the place--
The man I adored
The man I once loved.
Love me back.
Disclaimer: Every now and again I feel the need to note that some of my writing is not personal or directed toward specific individuals. Really.
Truth is... My life is very pleasant. Great hubby, Great daughter, Great Family, Great friends.
Maybe i should write more poems about that. hmmm where is my happy muse??