You called me sweetheart
Days not so far gone
We shared our lives,
Our dreams, stories,
I was Yours
You were Mine
All of my life
I looked for a Love
Like this-
Finding you was a Joy
Almost going off a cliff
We pulled ourselves up...
This is what I see-
It scared you
This love so pure
I know you never felt this way before
And yes it scared me too-
Not ever did I want to lose you... .. .
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
Regis
Ron
But lovely poetry!
Peace and love
Amber
Love ya!
Jane