I gave you a solitary rose
So beautiful while it lived.
But sadly it had to die.
Now it’s just part of a memory
Of a candlelit dinner
With you and I.
Before the breeze
Carried that sweet fragrance away.

How fleeting the long weekend
spent with you was
and sometimes it feels
as if life rushes by
in transitory brief moments
and that there is no way.

What are we as individuals, usually just a speck in the scheme of things – insignificant?

I should never of broken your trust.

You had nothing at all.

Someday; perhaps ….

Endless… and yet always fleeting.

You move on easily.

He’s full of them.

Showers of Love my soul enjoys….