This must of been my fate,
And this fate I hate...

These old, forgotten memories,
Are gone and I can no longer see...

I touched your hand
Thinking back at all the memories...

I love her so
This is my only woe...

My love so long ago,
Had nothing left to show...

Serendipity flows forth,
Indulging moments together...

*I know this poem is no where near my best but I...
You set me on fire...

His standard high.
Got where he is through lies...

A preceding thought comes.
Thoughts echo like a song hummed...

She sits in her room
By herself all alone...

Reveling Her workmanship complete,
as we stand in awe wonder...

The love of a mother
Is unlike any other...