It was conditional
We shared an art, art of the pen
But it was conditional
We shared a dream once visions opened
Things changed, it was conditional
While I aspired to write as he
For the beauty he released
The visions created adored
He no longer visits me,
it was conditional
My heart forever loves
No stones are ever bore
But for now he did abdicate
And for thee all too late
For he… it was conditional
For many will love and care
And some human condition spare
For though it conditional
For some not so rare
For sadly you’re scored
Now soon ye ignored
To be never more
For it was conditional
For I grow out of beauty
Yet naïve are mine eyes
Thought visions were same
Naught now claim revised
For it was conditional
Once admired each phrase
Beauty now holds its shame
He spat out her fruit
Bad hand like the suit
For it was conditional
For also friends thought
But realized guess naught
Though always she’ll share
The fruits that she bares
For her, t’isn’t conditional
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
June 17, 2012
xo Regis
Di
Love and Light
Lily
Edith
Christine
Mark
Ron
Always,
Deborah
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
Whatever you write about, you make a great work of it
such a sad account, conditional love is not what i call love. who ever he is, it is his loss. Even in sadness your pen and spirit come through your words beautifully.
Budd
Peace and love,
John Michael
Love ya!
Jane
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy