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She was wild, free,
Everyone thought she was insane.
But he knew,
He knew she was just different.
That was why he loved her.
She did not know of his love.
She had not heard him speak of it
And she felt too modest to flatter herself with
thoughts of his
Undieing love.
He was quiet, shy,
People thought him snobbish, crude.
But she knew,
She knew of his intelligence.
That was why she loved him.
He did not know of her love.
He had not heard her speak of it.
He felt too modest to flatter himself that she would
truly be
In love with him.
They spoke but they did not communicate.
Their love was not seen through their words.
They would spend the rest of their lives apart,
Never knowing.
As the misty fog rises in the hollow
In the cool still hours of early morn
Thoughts of you rise in my heart
Those memories of the loving kind
Memories of a fall of years ago
When times were very hard
Observing you hobbling around the yard
Both of us with love that was in full charge
As I watch the pale colors on the horizon
With a red sleepy sun rising through the trees
Shilouetting them more plainly for all eyes to see
The memory is more shilouetted hidden within dark
Recesses of the mind
Put away for safe keeping so that love can rise again
The sun now has changed to dark gold
I hope our love that was birthed
Is now golden and filled with loving mirth
Form:
A lmost always late (unless it’s for a movie);
N ight owl though I am, I love the sun.
D imples when I smile; to dance or drive a ragtop are two things I find groovy.
R ational and “real,” I tell it like it is to everyone.
E xuberant at carnivals or joking with someone;
A ware of all my flaws, and one of them is having too much fun!
D iligent and dedicated - words that well describe me.
I n things I love to do, I give my all.
E nglish is my forte. I’ve taught since 1983.
T hankfulness I feel, though now at 56, my bones could use an overhaul!
R egret I rarely feel. Most things I do - I know I’d do again.
I ntolerance, injustice and ignorance I hate to see.
C onscientious since a child I’ve always been.
H appy, kind, forgiving, and easy-going. Now you know more about me.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for kristen bruni's contest:
"Love Me Why?"
today i think i'll write about the poor
not the ones lacking things they can't afford
but the poor in spirit who think they need more
so they can buy love of people they adore
money is'nt everything
you can't put feelings in every diamond ring
fancy party's and huge ball's
rarely show the meaning of it all
we all know that these are gifts
but what are they
when spirits they do not lift
a conceided attempt and act of fraud
a bribe for emotions to act the part
eventually the truth speaks to the heart
painfully the truth tears them apart
worth more dead than when alive
at the tender age of eighty nine
a hardened heart to keep from crying
an unsaved soul to keep from dying
the illusion of riches continuously lying
of the healing gifts they keep on applying
powerless they are to stop deneighing
for the love that they need
they just keep on trying
if only they knew where their real gifts are
their not in their pockets
but deep in their hearts