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.
She liked to “rescue” the hopeless cases, Or that was what she was told anyway, But also, he had to have a way with words, To read her soul, to woo her back as she was walking away, Reminisce over the good times, Talk to her about nothing, in particular, to relax her, Gratefully receive more
I knew you before I read your words, I sensed your spirit and spoke with you, Before ever I saw your name, And there you were shining like a ray of sunshine, “Don’t get too carried away, though” I told myself, “Life is still life, after all,” This dark night of the soul has me more
It’s so important not, To look a gift horse in the mouth, So when she said, She could help her, She was quite delighted, “I will integrate all of your splits,” My oh my! But she pushes down her hope, She swallows it, Because Black Swans only think, They are Black Swans, And Ugly Ducklings more
He called her his “Little Nut,” Because every mighty oak, Started out as a lil’ nut that just wouldn’t quit 🙂 So she spends her days waiting for him, To wake up on the other side of the pond. Her 3am became the breaking of the fast. He was like lightning in a bottle, 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