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My May 1999 Writings





07 May 1999

Searching for a hand to hold
with an attached heart of gold
Yours is the hand I want to touch
But yours is the heart that fears
     -- too much
Longing to show you the love I feel
Knowing you'll never believe
     -- this love is real
What can I do or say to earn your trust?
I can't imagine a world without you, but
     -- I must.

    --MMJ--

10 May 1999

Alone in the darkness
Dreaming of happiness
Longing for a warm embrace;
a hand to hold; a heart of gold;
a sweet, loving, smiling face.
Yearning for love's undying trust.
Fearing more with each passing year.
Not wanting a life alone, yet go on I must.
My heart is empty and on my cheek
     -- a single tear.

    -- MMJ --


10 May 1999

Ah, alas! What is this thing called love?
Some say it is beauty to which none compares.
Some say it is an inner peace likened to the white dove.
Others say it is but a lust of another's wares.
Others still, say it is friendship and trust bound tight.
I say it is all of these and much, much more.
For love brings to those it knows
     -- pure delight!
And to those like me without
     -- we doth love abhor!

    -- MMJ --


11 May 1999

What is love, but a single word?
A little four-letter word.
Why is it that such a word
causes so many souls to feel absurd?
Love wreaks havoc with the mortal soul.
Yet love's true sense we all extoll.
Why is it that it is this love we long for
(unless we already know it's heartfelt core)?
Why is it that this one true, pure, little word
is that which I not only fear, but abhor?
Perchance because my heart desires
nothing more than this love it cannot acquire?

    -- MMJ --


11 May 1999

There is no happiness in excess
This applies to food, money, sex and drugs
Yet for one there is happiness
When love abounds -- the ultimate of drugs
In love is found food delicious beyond compare;
Wealth in love brings more than money can buy;
Sex?!? Well, that can be love's delight if you dare;
There is no happiness in excess
unless therein lies love's undying tenderness.

    -- MMJ --


 
 


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