Love means more when life is hard
And choices lead to sacrifice,
And every passion has its price
In duties paid and windows barred.

Though I have loved for many years,
Love is still for me a spring
That will from stone sweet fragrance bring,
And make a garden of our tears.

The love of children, children’s children,
Flowing to the distant verge,
Flowing from the ancient urge
To make a home of wilderness,

Has been my joy, my inner dance
Of ecstasy, as day by day
I move the mountains in my way
And claim through love the gifts of chance

THE PRESENCE OF A WOMAN AROUND ,
IS WHAT MANY PEOPLE CALL “LIFE” .
SOMETIMES IT WORKS LIKE A KITE,
LIFTS YOU UP IN THE SKY,
MAKES YOU FEEL LIGHT,
GIVES YOU THE HIGH.

SOMETIMES IT WORKS LIKE A KNIFE,
CUTS YOU INTO PIECES,
GIVES YOU THE PAIN,
LEAVES YOU ROUGH & DRY.

BUT, THE WOMAN IN MY LIFE,
IS LIKE WATER,
QUENCHES MY THIRST, GIVING ME LIFE,
SHE’S THE STAR OF MY EYES,
THE REASON FOR MY SMILE.
FOR HER I CAN DIE,
OH !!! SHE’S MY SWEETHEART,
SHE IS WHAT I CALL “LIFE”.

I am now alone
It feels as if you’ve left me here to die
So all day i think of you
And begin to cry
All my dreams and all my fears
In you i did confide
And all these things you took with you
My love, my hopes, my pride
We had our times together
Now that world’s a memory
We laughed, talked, and joked, but now
You wont acknowledge me
You were my comfort
A shoulder to lean on over the past few
years
Always there when i needed you
To wipe away my tears
Reality
Thats the bullet in my wounded heart
Only a word – but i can see
It’s keeping us apart

This is dedicated to those who had Lost Love…who still feel the agony of pain that dwells from a Love that once was there’s but is now LOST…If this relates to you,then don’t let love get you down,cheer up and learn from it,Like the old saying goes,”If your love wants to go set it free,If it comes back to you then it is meant to be yours!!!”,………..But if it doesn’t then respect it and let be

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Love means more when life is hard
And choices lead to sacrifice,
And every passion has its price
In duties paid and windows barred.

Though I have loved for many years,
Love is still for me a spring
That will from stone sweet fragrance bring,
And make a garden of our tears.

The love of children, children’s children,
Flowing to the distant verge,
Flowing from the ancient urge
To make a home of wilderness,

Has been my joy, my inner dance
Of ecstasy, as day by day
I move the mountains in my way
And claim through love the gifts of chance