They fought and died

the sweet perfume of romanceintoxicates meand I hear the joyous callof church bells ringing in my ears.I see my angel dressed in whitestepping out of a dream to me.Happiness decorates the paththat we walk alongand smiles beam from our faces.Our future is now sown upin love’s little band of gold.14 April 2009

and the upheaval of a move,making them depressed and sad.Another who’s life is in turmoil,being tossed by a mind full of doubt,and the last feels the loss of love,that almost made themtall enough to reach the clouds.Each holds theirs sadness dear,looking for a sympathetic ear,each are out of reach of my hands,which wishes to comfort…

Some call it the rhythm of lifethat follows us step by stepas we walk our life through.Love has a crazy beat,which we all dance to,young and old, no matter who.Whether it be winter, spring, summer or fall.Love’s crazy beat captures us alland makes us dance to its tune.Like life’s absent melodywe cannot hear it,only feel…

you sit alone in frontof your computer screen,wanting to talk to someone.You go online with messengerand hope a friend will sign in.You just need to talk to someoneto chase your blues away.You don’t tell them you are feeling bluefor invariably you end upcheering them up a bit.In the process, you are helping yourself,but you won’t…

I am thrilled beyond belief.There is only one draw back though,will the people that I am meetinglike me or loath meby the time my visits through.It is something that will play on minduntil we eventually meet.5 November 2008

Some come in to stay awhile,while others come infor only moments at a time.The swinging doors are never lockedand swing both ways.There are those who enterand never want to leaveand others who never want to stay.Life is so unpredictableand the swinging doorsare always busywith people coming and goingfrom one day to the next.1 September 2011