Extremes

EXTREMES Always extreme and never in between the highs and lows of how my life has gone, the bottoms of the pit that I have seen and then the best of things keep coming on; always in love, or with a heart to mend, I moan the blues, or sing "our favorite" song, but stay in love until the bitter end with tears of joy or pain that lasts too long. I see you looking at me through the maze and wonder if the look is how you feel, so I will fall in love, and if it stays, perhaps this time I'll find it's something real. Bring on the look again, so I might see just how it is that you have looked at me. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet