Love is always waiting for attention
No matter what bumpy roads have brought
His love, his compassion still resides
Love sometimes falls into destruction
She pulls back; why? Reasons fought
Memories harsh, unkind words subside.
Illness, he never understood, confusion remains
Nervous brake-down, from heinous caused pain
Love once had meaning with understood reasons
She knows there's no time left; no energy thrives
She enjoys, recuperates; from failures stepped on
She wished he'd known of nerve-ending vibes
Hopeful dreams, scenic themes she views on
Out the window gone are all wasted bribes
Twinklewriter 2006
Alfred Dorn Sonnet
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