I never thought to love again but two ladies In one lifetime both equally I never would have thought to be Terry In this life, and Helen now In the next, but It true, Oh yes It's true For Terry had a calling she said didn't know just why but needed after reading a tribute poem written by me to wife, she felt her the need to look out for me But I think now I have the answer Helen sent a message to Terry from somewhere out afar saying I can no longer look after my husband Oh Terry please look out him cause I love him so, Oh yes I love him, Terry and I have become such good friends so naturally, It seems as If friends we were meant to be until we both go home Oh yes until Terry and I we both go home, forever friends that what we shall forever be, until we both go hone
This Is actually more like a song a tribute two very special ladies In my life both have saved me from a sad and what have been a very lonely life
It to Texas to where I go now at night In my dreams to live a new life of which so lucky to have But at this moment Is all but a dream, just waiting to be realised hopefully one day this dream will come true If just one time I could see Terry thank her for the kindness that this t, she is shown to be just one time before I die Then I would happily pass from this life with a smile on my face knowing just how lucky I've been to have known two wonderful ladies In my life, you have to be lucky to love once In this but twice that's really special all the things I suffered as a child the loss of my wife I've truly been blessed
I've truly been blessed with being able to love twice In a lifetime that has to be something truly special and this doesn't happen all the time
I have never tried to compare Terry to my wife to very different ladies And I think that reason Terry and I get on so well because neither went looking for each other found purely by chance hand of fate had bought us together as friends Had so much sadness sorrow and pain In my life and of the tragedy of losing my wife but happiness has found me again through the kindness of my friend Terry from Texas to love one lady In my life was truly special but lose and then find Terry seems too much like a dream
All seems but a dream never thought through tragedy I would there be a fairy tale ending to my life but thats looking more like It could be possible now
I have a true friend called Terry who has help so much through her emails to me she sends every day that always brings a smile to my face For Terry allthough she live many miles away, In Texas but she has bought so much happiness back to me when I needed It most For this lady called Terry a true Texas Rose, ,so kind considerate and caring who now has a place In heart for me, and through her kindness she has help me so much
A thank you to Terry, from Texas has help me so much through her kindness and caring nature who has put a smile back on my face
In some parallel universe. Where blessings are curse. Where doctor are called nurse. You keep your kids in the purse. You sit on the dogs and houses are guarded by horse. Where the grains are powder and the flour is coarse. Where the rain is burning hot and the bird roars. The money is nothing and your right matters. The guys are scared to go out in the night and the world is hers.
Women's rights are something, next to impossible in our world. I can only hope, maybe somewhere else it's a real thing.
You will feel deeply Little girls can write like dragon ladies, galvanise poems and spit them out metallic slipped through pavement portal cracks I don’t want to write like a girl anymore there’s no air holes. Dragon ladies told me not to I stuck googley eyes on my conscience diversion tactics I hope the world doesn’t eat me ***** sun-roof open limbs steer in different directions and going around in circles. No canoe I want to be an radio ooost me in their karaoke voices if you stop being yourself, it will set you free. Cha-cha-cha. if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.
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Before the birth of our late president George Herbert Walker Bush, Ladies and gentlemen of the Victorian era Strolled through gardens with their crush, Inhaling pleasing fragrances of roses And lilacs of summer