Good Wishes Poem by dave lessard

Your gone now
and I'm glad
you only fussed
and made me mad.
Your love was cold
like the north wind
now alone, but warm
and it's not the end.
Love finds it's own way
by chance or with conviction
true love is always seeking
that is a fact, not fiction.
I used to be so cold
all due to your misdeeds
it's good to feel the warmth
to take care of my own needs.
I wish you well
I wish you peace
better times ahead
where loving doesn't cease.