Love Story

Part 1 - A soft sweet breeze A soft sweet breeze wafting over As we lie together with you on my shoulder No dream of you is better Than you and me together With our song playing softly low And with no better place to go. © Paul Warren Poetry Part 2 - Alone The wet picnic table shone in the early light In a silver incandescent blinding bright A tennis ball in a puddle floating around A dirty brown colour matching the ground A heart-ache felt with each tear On a cheek wet with grief that is always near No more laughter felt from within Just silence wanting it all back again. © Paul Warren Poetry Part 3 - Last note I saw him go to her earlier tonight And then saw him kiss her standing in the light So I stood there trying to pluck up my courage Whilst I cried building up in a rage I went to them with my rifle across my arm They saw me and knew I was going to do harm I shot them both dead in our bed Now I finish my note knowing I will be soon dead. © Paul Warren Poetry