Love Story
Part 1 - A soft sweet breeze
A soft sweet breeze wafting over
As we lie together with you on my shoulder
No dream of you is better
Than you and me together
With our song playing softly low
And with no better place to go.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Part 2 - Alone
The wet picnic table shone in the early light
In a silver incandescent blinding bright
A tennis ball in a puddle floating around
A dirty brown colour matching the ground
A heart-ache felt with each tear
On a cheek wet with grief that is always near
No more laughter felt from within
Just silence wanting it all back again.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Part 3 - Last note
I saw him go to her earlier tonight
And then saw him kiss her standing in the light
So I stood there trying to pluck up my courage
Whilst I cried building up in a rage
I went to them with my rifle across my arm
They saw me and knew I was going to do harm
I shot them both dead in our bed
Now I finish my note knowing I will be soon dead.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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