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this is it I mean I often wondered 
how it would be written and who 
would write it would they remember
me who I was the great things
 
I've done or just shallow 
forget me nots of things I wished 
to simply forget here it goes 
my only advise left to offer now

would be how important it is to love
to be loved truly is over rated
my first love I believed we married
because we were the same sign

actually eleven months three weeks 
apart also our mood rings were 
the same color no one told us 
until years later the colors depended

solely on the temperature the weather
fascinating to base a marriage on
a never ending competition ending 
in divorce or course several kids later

the good old seventies my second marriage
occurred because we were in style 
I had class beauty a writer he well 
he was my security body guard truly 

also my driver who asked me to marry him
simply because he never felt affection
he needed a hug funny now but back then 
we believed this was love something

unusual we both needed at that time 
it wasn't until after awakening from my 
coma broken and alone loveless finally
my third I'd married for friendship security
 
not physical attraction nothing as feel good 
as that we were expected to be in love 
why not what was there for us to lose now 
except in sickness and in health catching 

my breath after another stroke symptoms 
of a broken heart wondering where
the hell was love now was it in an
affair I dared to have solely reaching

for affection through rose colored glasses
was it something I missed during my marriage 
excursions of intermissions feelings of love 
to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all

what would I say if I was here today 
touch love, say love ,feel love ,live love 
never ever let love go is the only emotion 
ever felt used seen or touched here in heaven
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