It was under the Magnolia tree, He loved me, And our children played, All three, (and then four, five), And the puppies leapt high, Under the Magnolia tree. We’d sit and talk for hours, Under the Magnolia tree, Butterflies & dreams & wishes, And she’d listen, Our beautiful old tree. The seasons came & went, more
He approves of almost everything about her,
And enjoys being her hero,
So when she says she needs time,
To concentrate on her relationship with her,
He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,
She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,
“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”
He will anyway,
She knows it.
There will come a day, When all of those people who were there for you, Have gone – fallen by the wayside, And that’s when you have to make do with you And just hope like hell that you’re someone who you can tolerate, Because it’s a long, insufferable life if you don’t like the more
Some of my dreams didn’t come true,
But then again, most of them did,
Every love seems better than the last,
And that’s because it is.
Had he been waiting,
For someone like me?
I’m a dime-a-dozen,
I can admit it, but him!
Even with his walls & his mess inside,
I am NOT REPELLED,
I’m still gazing from afar.
In my sleep, I am an Angel fighting the Demonic forces, I use reason, wisdom, love and patience, From behind my shield; Never wishing to do bodily harm. The sinister laugh reverberates, Through my entire being, But I do not wither away for I am full of light; All encompassing and saturating. “Be more