Most days... but still missing
Posted 02-19-2016 at 05:20 AM by Stymie13
Most days,
The thought doesn't occur.
Life's moved on
Bustle and stir.
Survival takes precedent
Food and shelter.
Yeah, I did give up
Back in November.
The presence of God
then filled my heart.
Never again,
Will it drift apart.
In the material world,
There do come times
That small part
That often drives rhymes.
And, yes it is,
Alas but a girl.
The Leo in me,
Romantic unfurled.
The head has moved on,
The body has recovered
But, a small part in me
Devoted unfettered.
So wherever she is,
Whoever she sees,
I wish nothing but grace
From all that is me.
The thought doesn't occur.
Life's moved on
Bustle and stir.
Survival takes precedent
Food and shelter.
Yeah, I did give up
Back in November.
The presence of God
then filled my heart.
Never again,
Will it drift apart.
In the material world,
There do come times
That small part
That often drives rhymes.
And, yes it is,
Alas but a girl.
The Leo in me,
Romantic unfurled.
The head has moved on,
The body has recovered
But, a small part in me
Devoted unfettered.
So wherever she is,
Whoever she sees,
I wish nothing but grace
From all that is me.
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