It was one year to the day
He looked at her
Through eyes of love
The smell of her, like roses
Cries a dream that was once stolen
No matter what.....

Slipping slippery off his lips
No matter what
Took her by surprise
As the taste was sour
Dead and gone
Wishing did not make it go away
One Last time.....

Tears were coming fast
The chilled roses turned to dust
Along with love
That was supposed to last ...

With no taste at all
Dreams are ruined
Time is bad
Couldn’t taste her lovingness
Her love....

Build more with her in a year
Than in a life time
He said...

You are my one and only
Once in a while....

Debbie Brooks 2014