Because I’m a dizzy doozy at the moment. I wouldn’t normally share my texts, but this morning’s are a bit special 🙂
From he to me
Loving you with all my heart and soul
Take care, my darling, please be whole
Step lightly and take Nature’s wine (H2O)
And I hope today you will be fine.
From me to he
I found it hard when time was due
For me to wake and start day through
My mind was fuzzy, body shook
Not in a way where I could ‘up’
I’ve had a shower, taken meds
But whoozy, doozy in my head
I’ll go to work and play the martyr
Look forward to the evening’s start … Er
Poetic licence, I took there
So you, my dear must alst take care
Drive carefully, with eyes on road
And easy when you shed your load!
Loves you, Babaloo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Apologies for any delay. This message has been to space and back.
No trees were harmed in the sending of this message; however, a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced.
When crossing boundaries you’ve set,
he’s showing signs of disrespect.
A little here, a little there
are sure fire signs he doesn’t care.
Your feelings hurt, your love subsides;
you sense you’re taken for a ride.
His acts put paid to words he speaks;
your mind starts reeling, something reeks.
There’s something rotten; in a state
you seek to refresh, but it’s too late.
Yet find more things in heaven and earth
and motion set for your rebirth.
Because you’re worth
His ring is on my finger, where yours used to be.
And if your heart breaks again,
she’s out there, to help you pick up the pieces,
if you choose to let her in so deep.
My life is joined with his, as once we were two.
But if you open up your soul,
she’s out there, to guide you through the dark,
if you choose to let her shine her light.
My future is written, it’s time to move on.
And as I take this big step,
she’s out there, to take you forward,
if you choose to make her your destiny.
Their eyes met across the lush green field.
He’d never seen her before,
but one look was all it took.
He couldn’t help himself.
Her long, blonde hair drew him in.
He rushed to her.
They talked, they laughed –
for a while.
Time stood still; all else faded –
for a while.
They parted with a smile,
and went on with their days –
he to his wife, who had watched and waited, nervously,
a short distance away.
They never saw each other again,
but lives were destined to change.
I opened the little box, excited.
My eyes welled up when it revealed its secret.
Blue diamond sparkle as light touched gently.
You touched me gently; blue eyes sparkling.
My eyes welled up, revealing my secret.
I put the ring back in the box; exited.
The first week in November is a tough one for me.
The 2nd, 4th and 6th hold such sad memories.
Loss in the extreme, in only two short years.
Grieving for the three of them, haunted by my fears.
Next year I’ll make a promise to hold myself close.
Maybe take a holiday and give it my utmost.
The first week of November, in twenty sixteen.
I’ll write a happy poem to tell you where I’ve been.
A simple “sorry”
A “no need to worry”
A tender touch
Too much? Too much?
A sign of caring
An act of bearing
your soul to me
You see? You see?
Drop the pretense
No more defence
Can you be true?
Can you? Can you?
A “no”? A “yes”
Must I still guess?
I’m torn apart!
My heart! My heart!
Such a fine thing.
And, as luck,
would have it,