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The grass is green as he strolls along
a familiar path he is comfortable on.
The road meanders, sloping up and down
he knows each view, each smell, each sound.
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Embers smoke with wisps of grey
the flame reduced to coal,
The flower folds its petals in
to protect its hurting soul.
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She gazes out her window
at the boundless rolling green,
Dark shadows cross her mind
hope and happiness unseen.
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From the start it was meant to be
A love of a lifetime, you and me.

Young and free, our cares were few
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I sit on the patio and look at you
I think of the things that we've been through.
I look at the age on your face
Not one line would I erase.
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Each day as the sun rises I think of you
I smile at what we soon will do.
I stretch, I yawn, become awake
Think of the love we soon will make.
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The time has come to see the end,
my broken heart can not be mend.
Loose the tethers and set me free,
Time to move toward eternity.
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The road meanders like a familiar song
taking me back to where I belong.
For months I have felt so alone,
at last, for good, I'm going home.
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I lie here alone, feeling blue,
my arms, my heart they ache for you.
I miss your closeness so very much,
your smile, your kiss, your loving touch.
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You lift my chin and gaze at me,
your thumb brushes my cheek.
I hold my breath and wait to see
what words to me you will speak.
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A second glass opens up my mind
to darker thoughts best left behind.
Leads me to past thoughts of dread,
spilling out words best left unsaid.
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Together we stroll, hand in hand,
awash in the beauty of this autumn land.
The colors so bright-yellow and red,
covering the ground with a leafy bed.
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The look in your eyes gazing into mine
has set me free.

Your strong arms holding me so tight
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I walk in the room, turn down the spread,
Looking forward to the softness of our bed.
I slip between the cool smooth sheet,
turning to you, our eyes meet.
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In the pale light of dawn
when I first become aware,
I feel you lean upon our bed
and gently stroke my hair.
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We're near the top of a
long difficult hill,
Hearts that flutter with love
and always will.
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Barely peeking out between
the soft and rounded row,
the bud starts to awaken
as the moisture starts to flow.
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The heart that breaks and will not mend
from the hurt of the love that deceives
She dries her tears and lies down
to find last comfort among the leaves.
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When I am sad and feeling blue
I always go in search of you.
You hold me close and stroke my hair,
My heart lifts when you are there.
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We live in four directions you and I,
We face them each as the years go by.
Sometimes they are clear, sometimes a blur,
We will face them together, this is sure.
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The Best Poem Of Susan Oxford

Lost And Found

The grass is green as he strolls along
a familiar path he is comfortable on.
The road meanders, sloping up and down
he knows each view, each smell, each sound.

A curve leads to a shady copse,
and here he comes to a sudden stop.
For the place that held his heart and home
has left his sight, he starts to roam.

He stumbles into a new world, blind
with no thought or care for those behind.
Each step leads him farther astray,
his true life, his love, he will betray.

He reaches the top of the calling hill,
looking around his heart stands still.
Before him lies a barren sight
rock-strewn acres drenched in blight.

Confused by what he thought would be,
he had lost sight of his reality.
With pounding heart he comes to realize
the calls of this hill was only lies.

Turning his back on this barren scene,
he sees in the distance a line of green.
His heart beats fast as he comes to know
that back to his love, reality, he must go.

He hurries back to that line of green
putting behind him what he has seen.
Surrounded again by his safe place,
he thanks the heavens for his good grace.

Embracing the life that he has known,
encircled by the seeds that he has sown.
He takes the path that he has known,
each view, each smell, each sound - his own.

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