A poem from a friend that touched my heart~~enjoy!!
When loves dies
It’s a terrible waste.
We hope for the best
Was it all in haste?
Old memories spring forth
We cherish them a lot.
Some were unbearable
Some were actually hot.
Seeing that someone again
Makes the heart full of glee.
The mind starts to wonder
Goes on its on spree.
Then something happens
Or a word is shared.
The feelings all swelter
Fall quickly away as dead.
We longed for the truth
Settle for the lies.
Now it’s finally over
When love dies.
Written by
Doyle Kirkman
September 9, 2008
