By George Shull  leopard99@hotmail.com
Date: 2 February 1998

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I hold her in my arms,
And wisper words so sweet,
I hold her against the world,
And keep her safe from harm.
I hold her close to me,
Yet she seems so far away,
I try to hold her tighter,
Still further she slips each day,
I give her presents write her poems,
All to no avail,
For I soon find out,
For no longer she wishes to stay,
Now my world turned upside down,
Seems to never stay the same,
As I look on to my past,
Along that dusty trail.
I yern for that pleasure,
To hold her now again,
But it always seems,
Good things never last.