Susan Oxford

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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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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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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