Monday, October 4, 2010

Falling Water, by Joseph Mayo Wristen

The nights are lonely here without her,
I will be with her soon;
Our happiness.

She is, in my life, the shining light,
in the days of my struggles,
a loving child, for me to admire.
I met this young woman, and
fell in love.

Time lost all significance.
My life found a new meaning.
The knowing of her love,
is like the sound
of falling water.

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