Only lessons.

Only Lessons (A Lyric Poem)

It hurts sometimes.engagement ring

I never knew that love was to be this way, just a tool.

Fairy tales and wedding veils are only meant for a fool.

Oh no, only for a fool.

 

I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? Oh my.

I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? My my.

No answers, no questions, no reasons, only lessons

My, my, oh my, my

 

We’ve shared our selves.

We’ve made love like Hell, and had a good time as well.

Would’ve thought that would make a chance, for that one time first dance.

No, not a dance this time.

 

I gave you  my life.

You took it without a question, taking all of my affection.

I guess that meant more to me, than maybe you thought it should be.

Not what it should be.

 

I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? Oh my.

I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? My my.

No answers, no questions, no reasons, only lessons

My, my, oh my, my

 

My, my, my oh my ring doesn’t fit your finger any longer.

This has turned into more than you thought, my love s0 much stronger.

 

I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? Oh my.

I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? My my.

No answers, no questions, no reasons, only lessons.

My, my, oh my, my

 

No answers . . . no questions . . .  no reasons . . .  only lessons . . .  my, my . . .  oh my, my

 

No reasons . . . only lessons . . . my my.

 

 

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Connections to my Past

Wow. Less than a week blogging and she puts a photo like this out? And she grew it from a generations old bulbs? Whoa! And there is more to come from what I understand. Click her and Follow her. Wow!

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Connections to my Past

These irises have been in my family for generations. Lovingly cared for and nurtured. As they have grown in size over the years they have been split and shared. One bulb has turned into many to be enjoyed by all. When I see this flower, I see my aunt and my father from a time long ago in their gardens teaching me to surround myself with beauty. I see my Pap Pap and the lessons he has taught me. The Earth is a gift from God to nourish our souls if we take a moment, get a little dirty, and spend time together in the garden.

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