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Its about my life with my late wife and this was when we was younger as a couple. Married, and had a few kids already, we use to do this. The found memories, but there at the end after this tragedy happened to my family, she doubted my love, and thought I saw her differently after finding out some things that everything fit together. I didn’t see her but still my wife, and knew how to move forward. After her passing, I hope she was giving the opportunity to she if I saw her any different.
Last year if my late wife would have been alive, we would have made its twenty-five years of marriage on December 27. I missed out on a lot of good years I could have lived in. Instead, I let a tragedy tear my whole world standing, apart. Before our worlds fell and we failed. That was our lives; I tried giving her the world, and the moon too!
My late wife meant the world to me, but she forever remains in my heart. I keep her alive, her memory, and celebrate our time together. She was the mother to our children and the backbone of our family. Come and share my delight in this prose I’ve written on time we shared.
A poem of past glimpse's of my late past love, my wife. The conversations’ we’ve had, thing’s we used to say playfully to each other, and the thoughts her still standing by my side despite the tragedy that separated our family.
Part of a dream I had the other night, so sureal it was to me. Woke me up from what I thinks was a sound sleep, because I was startled by it. Pretty crazy times we live in, and adventure to see through my eyes, and then sit here and display it poetically, no better feeling then, accomplishment.
Shannon, that's my wife's name. Just the very thought of her brings butterflies back to my stomach—those teenage butterflies when you're all flushed seeing the girl again, first love? I get that way sometimes just thinking of my wife. I had to let her go physically; spiritually, my wife and I always are connected.
Choosing Me was written with my late wife in mind, as she is most of the time. My wife had broght so much to me in my life. The bliss of the purpse as she showed and taght me. I see her again,
Something I can not understand on why my wife chose walk away and I had no choice thereafter to walk away and is part of the reasons I turned my back to life and walked down my nightmare to come back then. I’m in self-conviction and this is part of the outcome to why I placed myself in this situation I try to release myself from now.
“Still,She Is Desirable,'‘ is “Romanticism” genre, dedicated poetry to my late wife, Shannon, may she rest peaceful. She forever resides in my soul, I’ve written other poetry about her, but never anything like this. This well penned poem to me is the richest poem I’ve written of its quality to date, because she simply exist to me.
This poem is rather written in dark manor way. Finding a love isn’t easy for some. But, love has differentiate its form in many ways in each of us. And truly getting know someone inside and out, is definitely a committed effort to anyone how is serious of another. Inside, that getting down to the nitty gritty of things. I believe I’ve written this piece very well, it represented itself in retrospect of truly knowing someone, as my late wife and I. I am not saying it is about you, but a likeness of.
My late wife and I had only been together a few years, so, it was still a crisp and savory love. We were young, adventurous, and just started our family. My late wife and I are soulmates, for all eternity. I am still in love with her today and still take to her as if she were sitting right next to me.
Dedicated To 1984 of an old high school love. We call each other Sizzler now, because my parents took me and Sizzler to a restaurant called, Sizzlers, and it was her birthday. She just lost her husband to cancer, may he R.I.P. That's what this poem is about and why it is dedicated to 1984.
I had written this back in the 90’s early on in our dating years. I can remeber how young lover’s act. She was my excitement, the reasons I wanted a future with her. I knew of our children in a dream. I woke up the next morning and excited, I just had to tell her all about it.
Shannon, I sure do miss you.
As my wife and my relationship grew, our love grew and flourished as well. Our bond becomes stronger with each other, having no regrets of yesterday's mistakes we may have made. And if mistakes were made, that previous day, we learned from them and never looked back. I miss you Shannon, and hope you're resting peacefully until we meet again.
The way we were with each other, the friendship, our marriage that it grew to be. Thank you, my dear wife, for the lasting thoughts that carry my mind to places in my heart of untold purities. I miss you so desperately and I can never forget our love, our marriage, the children, and now, we have grandchildren. I sure hope you approve, even though you're not here. I'm a hot, hot mess without you. Until we meet again Shannon, I love you. May you always rest so peacefully.
My late wife and I were having some trouble and were not embraced at this time of our sorrows. It troubled me so badly, I started losing sleep over it. Upon writing this poem we worked through our troubles as we always have to a degree. I loved her so and miss her even more. Rest in peace Shannon, I love and miss you very very much, until we meet again.
This poem is about finding my soul mate and found her, right in front of me the whole time. We had a love, that we could together, we could fix anything! I miss her life, her presence around me or just simply the smell of her perfume.
