What We Shared

Take my hand and help me climb, wedge my tumble, Let me lean on thee, halt my heart throb, humble Me with thy warmth. Once there was a guy who Knew me and identified with me, my heart Would skip at the sight of him. "I love you" He had said to me. His lovely smile Thought me gentleness. His caress made my Heart dream of an eternal bond. And it came to pass that he found me for a bride But he passed away with the enraged wind Of life and my heart had since endured this Coup. None have been like my John, no; Their brain Registers no truth. Love is not money, No, nor is it honey. Love is all so Deeper than beauty or form. Oh! It's what My John and I shared. Beauty shall always Urge body attraction, attitude shall Birth true interest and commitment shall Birth care. Money maintains love, not money Brings love, my teacher had once said to me Rich or Poor, man has a right to be loved. They say everything that goes around Must come around. Let the coin turn it's back And bring me love with treasured moments or Let tide and time reverse, that I might meet My John, and enjoy what time had denied us. It is completely fiction.