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Gord Dec 2020
If time were not so fleeting, it would be easy to be patient.
But hearts need love, and bodies grow old.
How can a heart so filled with passion
Be so bereft of fulfillment?
Too many who do not deserve love
Have love freely given only to toss it to the wind
Like the dying leaves of fall.
Why do I crave love so?
Why do I yearn for passion?
Why do I think of bygone days of youthful splendor?
Love comes so easily to the young.
I was a handsome lad...
Now too many wrinkles in my face
Too much grey on my temples
Too many holes in my heart
No one wants an old dreamer
But I will never stop dreaming
Can never stop dreaming
Or I might as well shrivel and die.
A heart without love, or at least the dream of love
Is a heart empty and dark
A heart full of love and the dream of love
Will always light the way.
Gord Dec 2020
Why love
and take a chance?
why walk
when you can dance?
why weep
when you can sing?
why winter
why not spring?
Why live
instead of die?
why smile
instead of cry?
Why angels
sing above
Why not
If not for love?
Gord Dec 2020
I hate that I am broken...
Fragmented into little pieces..
I hate that you could do that to me.
I was always so strong
now I am just a dysfunctional wreck...
I hate that I am broken...
and I wonder can I ever be fixed?
Who wants something broken...
who wants to spend the time...
who cares enough to care enough
to take the broken pieces...
to touch them
the heal them
to make them whole again
and make them unbroken
to love again.... who wants broken?
Gord Dec 2020
If I could... would I love you again?
If I could go back and undo it all?
You took my heart and not easily
You took my soul but not freely
I resisted, but you persisted and
my heart finally relented... to give
you all I had... you made me believe.
If I could would I reject you?
would I push you away as I wanted to?. would
I save my heart the pain?
If I could would I love you again?
No... I would not love you again...
I could not love you again because...
I never stopped loving you.
Gord Dec 2020
If I could read your eyes
would they love?
If I could touch your hand
would it quiver
if I could touch your hair
and inhale you...
could you make me smile again?
There is no answer but to try
I am waiting for you
to touch your hair and hold your hand
To look into your eyes..
To love again.. to love those eyes
to love your smile, to touch your hand
And breathe you in...
to live again...
Gord Dec 2020
I think that our hearts are not one piece, but rather, made up of many little pieces
As we go through life, we give those pieces away to those we meet who touch us.
Once given, they cannot be retrieved, they are gone forever
In return, we receive a piece from those whose lives we touch
And we are allowed to hold those pieces for the time we are together
Somehow the pieces seem larger when they are together, perhaps more complete
Those who stay in our lives and in our hearts, fill in the missing pieces of our waning hearts
When we are young, we give pieces freely without reservation and we receive many in return
Our hearts are never empty
As we experience life and love, it can disappoint us and cause us to hold our trust
To hold on to the pieces we have left.
But the more we try hold on, the more we lose, for there are no pieces to fill the void
And if we hold on too long, our hearts, our hopes and dreams will wither and die.
So give love freely, be a child. Do not be afraid of the pain and sorrow
Take the pieces and hold them as long as you can
For, in the end, when all is said and done, it is not only how many pieces you gave that matters
It is how many you received in return.
Gord Dec 2020
If she knew, if she could see me
There would be such a reverie
If she knew, if she could see me
Then her heart could fly free
For she would never want
and she would never need
And she would never cry except for me
If she knew, she could so fly so high
and touch the stars way up in the sky
if she knew if she could see me
Then her heart could fly free
And she would laugh and she would sing
and would not want for any thing
and she would never cry oooh no...
unless she cried for me

Gordon Merritt
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