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Remember, Her Tenderness, Though

Once, she was my queen.

And I rode her, like the wind.

And, I'm sitting here, all .....alone.

And wishing, that I was gone.

For, I've lost my queen.

She was a mother, and lover.

And I miss, the simple touch.

That her smile, made, upon my heart.

I'm lost, in the wilderness, of ....life.

Surrounded, by lost moments.

Time, has only stopped, for .....me.

And only, in my head.

For still, 

my body ages....

And, 

soon

I'll be dead.....

Giajl © Jim Love