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WHERE FROM HERE: Part 1

He and she started in a dream, and 
both didn't want to wake up.
So in love, they hardly had to say it - 
they never wanted it to stop.
They looked into each others eyes 
often, and played and entertained.   
                                    Both ached with 
happiness, like the moon twirling off 
the rooftop.                          
         An idealic world they made,  a 
twosome that no one could top.         
                 
                       Both begged, "please 
don't ever stop."                                   

She was spunky and had 
personality, who's desire was to 
please.
Talents many, but put in 
background, cuz she put him on top.
She didn't know what way was best, 
so she languished in his eyes.
          Intertwined with her lover, as 
he, thought of each other nonstop.
          Infatuation won, they kept 
delighting, they did not ever stop.
                       So she sang "please 
sweetheart, don't stop"

He is brilliant, but lost, lost and she 
hope he finds his way.                           
  
Mind swimming what he should do, 
will do, he's in his head nonstop.
She loves him, all mixed up and 
hidden,  lucky to been called his.
          But  he strums his guitar, til he 
figures and has the drop.
          He wanted to do something, 
trying to avoid labeled a sop.
                       But he's sure, "it's time 
to stop."

He is weary from his troubles, and 
he's stumbling to keep up.
Voices of his past haunting him, and 
wondering will they ever stop.
He needed time alone, to start, to 
find purpose in his life.
           But still waiting at the screen, 
hopeful, at his own desktop.
         " Proud",  what he longed to 
hear, as he stared at own backdrop.
                        Sadly dwelling, "he has 
to stop."

Con't....

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  1. Date: 2/16/2012 7:54:00 PM
    Jen, nice write... have yourself a good night,..always ;-) PD