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Rose Bauerle Poem
Love is only a dream, turned into a nightmare
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Listen to the whispering wind...I hear your voice, I feel your arms wrapped around my heart
and soul and for that fleeting second there you are...
Listen to the whispering winds...It can't be just a dream it has to be you.
The whispering winds come again and you are gone...where are you? I look and listen and all
there is whispering winds taking you by the wings of love and leave me with only the
whispering winds and my heart breaks as I see you briefly flowing freely with the whispering
winds.
Just as they brought you back to me they took you away as quickly... whispering
winds...whispering winds, once more bring him back. I beg you whispering winds...
Rose M Bauerle
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IF
In Memory of Laura Boutchee
IF I had only known the last day that I saw you would be the last day that I would get to
laugh or cry with you. I would have held your hand and hugged you and told you that I loved
you and told you how knowing you brought me more happiness then you would ever know.
Each morning I wake thinking of all the pain and torment your beautiful soul was filled with
and I feel the tears in my eyes, because even in your pain and agony you always had a
smile and a hug to share with those in need.
Your laughter and your smile will always live in my memory forever and a day.
GOD took you home to ease your troubled soul and he holds you in his arms and wipes away
the tears and makes the pain you felt so deeply disappear.
One day we will meet again and share a hug and I will tell what I never got a chance that
day because tomorrow never came.
I love you my dear friend and your memory will live on forever through your family and your
friends who love and miss you more then you will ever know.
Rose M Bauerle 2007
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I was not looking to fall in love with you, but my heart spoke quietly to me and the love fell
gently into my soul.
There was nothing I could do, my heart and soul and fallen even though I knew, you were
not ready. You were mending your own heart. I'm not the one who tore your heart apart. I
am the one who wants a chance to open your heart and soul and show you that what I feel
is
pure and innocent and imbedded in my soul.
I am the one that looks into your blue eyes and sees the gentle soul and the love that you
could give me, if you could look past yesterday and give me just a chance, to fill your heart
with love as you have mine.
You try to convince me your not worthy, but I see differently looking into the mirror of love,
if only you would look into that mirror too, you would see me there waiting for your heart to
become mine.
Rose M Bauerle
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Tears
Tears like a warm summer rain, help cleanse the heart and soul.
They give you the knowledge that when we wake the next day,
The fresh smell of that summers rain, remind of us of the beauty GOD created and never
meant for us to mourn the living or loved who have left us.
Each season passes and we wonder what we’re meant to do; we question our motives of the
past and the plans for the new. We forget to let the past be gone and start out new like with
the wonderment of all that is out there to capture because we can’t close the door that says
yesterday is gone and tomorrow has not arrived and today is where I am and where the new
beginning is going to start.
Just as the leaves change colors and the snowflakes fall from above
We go on living and wondering what if? Shed the tears and let the beauty of our friends and
those we love and love us
Bring that last tear we shed for all the yesterday’s.
Flow my tears cleanse my heart and soul let the pain drift
Away just as I have wiped the last tear.
Rose M Bauerle 2008
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