I. Needing
Does she hold in her heart, this thought that I convey upon soft skin? is this the love she has long sought Does she hold in her heart, this thought? Do these hands write out love for naught is this just a moment of sin? Does she hold in her heart, this thought that I convey upon soft skin? II. Fruitless
Her breath I try to take away with hands that search for hidden clues so many words I try to say Her breath I try to take away. I cannot let this touch betray that her love I have feared to lose Her breath I try to take away with hands that search for hidden clues III. Miles From Me
She sleeps a thousand miles from me where these words cannot reach her heart and though she rests here quietly She sleeps a thousand miles from me. And though we seldom disagree there's something that keeps us apart She sleeps a thousand miles from me where these words cannot reach her heart. IV. Yearning
In dreams, there's warmth of fond embrace subduing hearts that cannot feel that died within some distant place In dreams, there's warmth of fond embrace. For memories will not efface the breadth of touch that still appeals In dreams, there's warmth of fond embrace subduing hearts that cannot feel. V. Today
Today Neruda has nothing on me for it's I who write the saddest of lines For I have set the one I most love free Today Neruda has nothing on me. How could I allow, how could this now be am I the lowest of all of mankind? Today Neruda has nothing on me for it's I who write the saddest of lines. VI. Tonight
Tonight your eyes are flames of gold that rage upon this barren heart the cruelest fate of love gone cold Tonight your eyes are flames of gold. This night my thoughts are not consoled by the things that keep us apart Tonight your eyes are flames of gold that rage upon this barren heart. VII. Loss
I have thought today of nothing but sensations of her soft skin it pricks at my heart, a bee's sting I have thought today of nothing. There are some things worth pursuing there are others you just can't win I have thought today of nothing but sensations of her soft skin. VIII. Beneath The Skin
All those years she had been a friend through laughs and tears and sad goodbyes. And though I feared--this heart will mend All those years she had been a friend. Her loyalty she did extend Her caring heart it did comprise All those years she had been a friend through laughs and tears and sad goodbyes.
IX. Regained
Today the sun, it shines once more the wind does not cry out her name clouds have left despondency's shore Today the sun, it shines once more. my thoughts again, have been restored unlike before, I'm not the same Today the sun, it shines once more the wind does not cry out her name.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I guess everything we write is based on someone or several someones. While the essence may be true, the facts are mainly fictitious. 
I am starting my day over again with the feeling that I have been somewhere beautiful. 
It is a garden with every sort of lovely flower, all scents and colors and each one made me glad. 
things for you...thanks for all the lessons today...art, poetry and Moxie...it's been a good day...Darlene
Or, GADS, how you loved your last automobile. 
