By GeorgeHoward 05.2010
Epochs tumble into the hedgerows of time,
Leaving me gasping, memories of loves sublime.
Of friendships true as Eros’ arrows, timeless bonds.
Life’s pages, full of Truffle moments, and amended wrongs.
Processions of Trojan visitors, with Judas intentions,
Venus visiting, sometimes unwanted, affections.
But all bringing their own hue, to succour the pot.
Leaving me oft times, a cacophony, to spoil my lot,
My symphony of life, my biography of existence, so futile
It seems, at times wondering, “what’s worthwhile? ”
Then others so wonderful, my heart may break,
It’s fragile form, beating so hard, no more could it take.
A moment on this journey, I would never change, true.
But my love, I would surrender the rest of my time,
To have again, but an hour with you, it would be so sublime.
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