I Still Love You
I awakened, with love on my mind;
feeling depressed, and lonely;
all thoughts of yesterday; left behind;
now, that I’m old and homely.
My age and appearance affects my attitude;
my heart remains hidden, within;
perhaps, I should extend myself more latitude,
to allow a new love to enter in.
I’ve always tried my best, to be realistic;
but, even an old man can dream;
sometimes, love can become too simplistic;
but, love’s an improbable theme.
Love is still the vital part of my story;
but only the love I’m now giving;
without being loved; there is no glory;
and life; no longer worth living.
Love flows, within the river of life;
the home where lovers dwell;
I no longer have, the love of a wife;
and life has become my hell.
Love is the energy, the Master scatters;
generously, among the living;
for love is the only thing that matters;
the greatest love is forgiving.
My thoughts of love, are merely dreams;
and, tho my dreams rarely come true;
love’s energy ebbs and flows in streams;
tho you don’t love me; I still love you.
Monty 4.7.26. # 3,237