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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!
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,
“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.
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.
