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Poets Corner: Time for something OTHER than Doom !
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Anonymous Coward |
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Written to Susan Istzwan, the ONLY woman I really loved ... and LOST ! Timing was all wrong, and fate interceded with crippling success in 1974, after 6 months of bliss.
The sound of your voice,
The touch of your hand;
The simplest of joys,
Yet I understand....
How He must have known,
That life's not complete;
Till there's someone to share,
Life's joys and defeat .
So the rib was removed,
To make Adam a mate;
But they sinned in the Garden,
And were left to their fate.
Still lovers continue,
To search for a way;
Not even a rose,
Is made in a day.
And the best of decisions,
Still involve simple trust;
I'll love you sweet Susan,
Till we both are but dust !
Eagle
Quoting: Anonymous Coward 30717724 Oh BOO HOO....You are lucky, actually. The first six months are the best times when you first fall in love, when the hormones are raging and when you think it will all last forever. Believe me, it doesn't. You are living in a fantasy world. The Susan you love doesn't even exist. If you would have told me you married Susan, she gained 50 pounds, your daughter was pregnant at 15, you had to take a second mortgate out on your house because you needed to replace your sewer lines....THEN if you said, "OH Susan, I gaze into your lovely blue tinted eyes, I will think of you night and day until I die, blah, blah, blah" THEN...Okay you love the bitch. But I don't buy your flowery crapola. That is not love, it is fantasizing.
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