You were my Spring
When we first met
Everything was fresh
With new growth
And no regrets
But as the years
Went by-
The Spring stepped aside
Winter blew in
Coldness and wind
Sleet and snow
My disposition went downhill
We grew apart
Our hearts no longer
Beat together-
You were my Spring
A happenstance which plays out again and again and . . . We fall in love and then try to change the very things we fell in love about. It happens to both the male and female. It's a shame.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
Eight e-books regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive
narcissists and psychopaths, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
vibrant colors in Spring,
but dying out in Winter..
I really liked this
*Deborah*
Lady Vivian
It must be kept alive
Love and Light
Lily
Anna
Love ya!
Jane
Cheers,
Dan