James Walter Orr
James Walter Orr Poems
Right Love, Wrong Time
You come to me because you say you need me.
I come because I cannot stay away.
You weep with me because our love was thwarted.
I weep with you because you cannot stay.
You say with me you can escape reality.
For me what's real is I die more each day.
Our thoughts are deep and life has so much meaning:
A life of pain that grows more so each day.
Sometimes we laugh because it seems so crazy.
Sometimes we cry because we know it's true.
The time was right, the place was wrong, but darling,
There'll never be another, only you.
Our dreams of love ...
Life’s winter brings its frost bite to our hair.
It cools, perhaps, the heady wine that flows
Within our veins, our life-blood’s hidden lair,
But naught but death can give it that repose
That stops the roaming ghosts of memories
That rise to haunt the restless spirits, who
Have in youth’s wild impetuosities
Neglected for one moment to be true
To one to whom they owe their plight of troth;