Brightest Star
The thought of you occurs often
especially when the night begins to soften
when the stars shine the brightest
and the temperature is the kindest
when the memories are almost tangible
and your dreams are most believable
You are there
How can any one know
the quickness of the show
of this twilight wonder
This that is put a sunder
at any other time
except that of mine
How can anyone but you be there
May days become weeks
weeks become months
and months become years
There will always be this twilight
where the stars shine so bright
and the dreams are so close
there will be this ghost
Memories
Life is full of memories.
As time moves on
Life becomes a memory.
Dreams are a part of life,
And dreams will become a memory.
All thoughts of the past
Are half-way between a
Dream and a memory.
Old friends,
Great times,
Brilliant thoughts,
All will become but a memory.
Memories can be happy,
Can be of anger,
But the worse ones are the sad ones.
The sad memories attack,
With no warning, they just happen,
They strike at any time.
They make you cry,
Make you want that memory
Again.
They make you think.
Why does it have to happen?
Why must it hurt after so much time?
Why?
Life is full of memories.
Good and Bad.
All will eventually fade,
But the ones you love
Will never fade...
Love
What is Love?
A Question asked.
What is Love?
A Question for all.
Love is a sunset shared
a sunset missed.
Love is a cherished walk
a cherished talk.
Love is you best friend
your closest confidant.
Love is to trust
to always know.
Love is watching the stars come out
watching them disappear in the dawn.
Love is uncertainty
and certainty.
Love is closeness
and distance.
Love is believing
and dreaming.
Love is You.
What is Love?
A Question answered.
What is Love?
A Question still not known.
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