Pieces

Pieces

Pieces of love we thought was through
Pieces of love I find in you that cry
Never to die for love never ends it only
Begins again planted in the last remains
Pain that remains to mellow the heart
No one to blame, no shame, no strain
Just a spark , easier on a cold heart to
Kindle a smolder on a warm part than
Starting dead cold each time again as
We let it go and let it catch hold or out
It becomes an easy chair, a touch, a
Song or just an easy conversation no
Rush, no hurry, just a little extraordinary.
Quiet excitement till next time we meet

Carl James
3-11-17

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