All in Marriage

Separation of A Seasoned Love

What, if any, shall my love be if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Shall it wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the tree in the meadow of our love? If it is not ordained, how so may it go forth, in the bloom of the day of our meadowed love seasoned?

I do miss thee when we are parted from us, in our meadows seasoned love.

Children

This poem was a very crucial time and one that changed lives dramatically. We brought our children here and within a blink of notice, our lives were shattered. I can't express enough the irresponsible act that I should have had my mind where it should have been, my family. Looking at the best of interest in mind, regardless of what my wife wanted to do, and that was to help her mother. Read more.