Sitting there alone,
Wondering why feelings have turned to stone.
Anger comes on without a clue,
Without the knowledge to finalize a truth.
What does it take to make love stand,
To make that true and everlasting band?
Trapped within the shallow depths of his memories,
A book is opened to which one sees.
A long road of mixed emotions,
Crossing many lanes filled with permanent notions.
Days go on to drift to night,
The pain and sorrow of him are not as tight.
Once in the mirror to which she would glare,
Has now morphed to a glimmering, hopeful stare.
The shallow depth has now grown deeper,
Without her realizing the help of her keeper.
Flowers that wilted are now at bloom,
The vase has expanded to give them room.
Days are growing, so bright to see,
The rays from her face from which they flee.
No cares for her to worry about,
The promising truth has found its way out.
....
Sitting there alone,
Wondering why his feelings are again unknown.