The Beatles were wrong.
Sometimes, love isn't all you need.
With a blind eye, a deaf ear, and unending love,
Maybe we would succeed. . .
But words can't be taken back;
Things can't be left unsaid.
Distance is the silent killer. . .
And as I lie here in my bed
I think of you, and what we had.
I hope you have good dreams
But what is more? I realize that
*I don't regret a thing.

If Time is leaves falling to the ground,
Or the smell of soft, spring rain,
Fetch me a chair, dear,
That I may sit before the open window,
Taking in the four seasons of my life,
Each distinctly beautiful.
Let me watch the tulips blossom
And absorb the springtime sun,
While watching myself bumble
Through childhood,
Lacking the knowledge of corruption
That I'm cursed with today.
Let me see myself fall in love for the first time,
When the summer heat beats down,
Seeing everything as delicately beautiful.
The ocean's waves
Will come and go, like the relationships
I may or may not save.
When the leaves change from red to brown,
I'll remember my children,
Business trips, and a plethora of soccer games.
My husband will romance me every night,
Recaptivating my heart,
Making me fall more and more in love.
Remind me of the happy times,
When winter's icy fingertips
Send chills down my spine.
Reopen my eyes to the stark beauty
Of not just my seasons,
But life itself.

And when it's time,
Let me pass onto my next life.

The evidence is evident
Clear as day
The Sun shines down so brightly
A spotlight in the shade

I've never been so certain
No doubts in my mind
The light keeps shining brighter
A power so divine

As quickly as it comes, it leaves
A brief instant in time
But I know it will return
For my thoughts to sublime

Fallen with despair
and broken beyond repair
killed and consumed
they were forever doomed
But their love lives on
though their minds are gone
a classic love Story
that ends quite grim and gory
a great tragedy set
in the time of Romeo and Juliette

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