Michael R. Cole


It seems at first you can do no wrong,
it starts that way just not for long.
Each day you awake all happy and new,
just waiting for that special one to get close to you.
It’s great and wild for the both of you,
you can’t be separated it must be glue.
Somehow after time it becomes the same,
not sure how to explain.
The touch is gone the bond seems not as strong,
you need to work harder before love is gone.
There are always excuses there’s never enough time,
it’s now in the minority how unkind.

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