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Indeed, soulfully romantic. My wife passed as well, in Jan 2000, from an aneurysm, at 41 yrs young. Subsequent to that, I was sitting on a bench outside a bar fairly intoxicated, and a gal came up to me and said "You're a poet. I can feel it." even though I had written prose and narrative, never poetry. I bacame somewhat enchanted over a gal and wrote this:

Should I?

Should I curse my flowing tears,
That left me feeling blind for years?

  Should I damn my open heart,
  and lock it shut, make sadness part?

   Should I turn my soul to stone,
   and be content, myself, alone?

    Should I turn myself to greed,
    and care not for anothers need?

     Should I live a life of lust,
     and forgo tenderness and trust?

Begone! I cry, to thoughts like these,
they are not what my soul believes!

  The greatest gift He gave to me,
  to share my open heart with thee.

   If I should ever win loves gain,
   I must have strength to bear the pain.

    I shall not live my days in sorrow,
    True love may find me on the morrow.

     The pain inside is the seed that grows,
     when all is right to a fragrant rose.

      The tears that flow are but the mist,
      with which this flower of love is kissed.

       Both grief and joy I lately discover,
       halves of the same, bound to each other,

We shall not suffer eternal damnation,
but find again loves sweet salvation!

Inspired and dedicated to Bridget, can't help it, my wife was a blue eyed blonde too.
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Sep 29,2001

I thank you for sharing your words. A berry aneurysm is what killed my first wife. Ironic beyond words, since she had just survived Kaposi's sarcoma and melanoma.

It's a long and lonesome road to walk down.

Should I?

That's beautiful...