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June 19, 2009

Waiting I Am

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:26 pm

WAITING I AM

Waiting I am,
Waiting I will be,
Waiting for my true one
To come to me.
No more will I search,
No more will I try,
When time is right,
She will come to me.
C.D.RANSOM

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Beware

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:22 pm

BEWARE

See how happy she
Now is.
Skating on the thin
Ice of false security.
Beware the thin crust
Of reality,
For it is cold here
Below.
C.D.RANSOM

Somewhere

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:17 pm

SOMEWHERE

As none could ever
Replace my father
For my mother,
Though he has been
Dead some thirty
Years at this point
In time.
None can replace my
Deborah.
Who still lives,
Somewhere.
C.D.RANSOM

Sharing

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:12 pm

SHARING

I want to share my
Life,
With her I want to
Share it.
She wanted to share
Hers,
But I didn’t want
It then.
Now I do,
Now she doesn’t.
C.D.RANSOM

The Joy Of Loneliness

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:08 pm

THE JOY OF LONELINESS

Oh what great times I
Now have,
Now that you are gone
From me.
The freedom is
Overwhelming.
The joy of loneliness.
The fun of crying.
Searching for new
Women,
Only seeing that they
Are not you.
Feeling guilty about
It too.
Hating and fearing that
All women might do as
You have done.
I could not live
Happily with you and I
Cannot live without you.
I grow more bitter each
Day,
Hating the life you left
Me to live.
I fear my hate of this
Life is now changing to
Hate of you also.
How can I hate you if I
Love you?
Or how can I love you,
If I hate you?
Tis sad but true,
I do,
Do both.
C.D.RANSOM

Everywhere

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:59 pm

EVERYWHERE

Alone in the world.
Every car that goes
By sounds like yours,
No matter where I am.
If a phone rings anywhere,
I think it must be you.
Driving home,
I hope to see you there.
Checking the mailbox,
Hoping.
There is nowhere that
I go that I don’t expect
You.
I only live for you.
You are the very essence
Of my life.
Without you I am dying,
Slowly.
C.D.RANSOM

Her

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:51 pm

HER

Her,
Her,
Her,
Her,
Her,
Her,
Her,
Her,
Her,
Her,
I love her.
I love only her.
C.D.RANSOM

It Will Lead

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:48 pm

IT WILL LEAD

This place is ours,
Why am I here alone?
Anywhere I go,
We have been.
Is there nowhere to
Hide?
Ever street and
Corner,
House and building,
Bush and tree,
Brings back a part of
Her to me.
All women are her and
Yet none could ever
Be her.
The only meaning to
My life is her love.
It will lead me as it
Ever has.
C.D.RANSOM

Volkswagons

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:42 pm

VOLKSWAGONS

As each Volkswagon
Drives by my heart
Pulses faster.
Blue one being the
Worst.
For my head must
Turn to see if by
Chance it is she.
But thank goodness,
It never is.
For what if it was
And it drove on by?
C.D.RANSOM

1 Cent Sale

Filed under: Deborah love poems 1 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:32 pm

1 CENT SALE

How bad can it have
Been?
Bad,
God awful bad,
When we argue and
Fight over a 1 cent
Sale of paint we
Didn’t even want.

C.D.RANSOM

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