ThinkingS
Past incredulation leeching monuments of worry hurry headache time poor health becomes the norm for Christmas time parfume smells and chocolate makes a taste to linger up in nose so full of lemon drop repose my love is thine my kiss is sweet as any chocolate ever eaten any tea drinking and coffee eye suppose that is too bitter for her nose the rose smells not so sweetly after several days in rain the thing gets old and hard to find the sniff so far away she dreams of castles in the sky we lay on flower petals making love if eye were to live from now to ninety-five eye think these last few moments in my life that she has given me have changed my heart to love nothing left to say yet the poem still goes on
