From the time I held you
for the first ever...

From world travels we two have made
I sift through pictures of our life...

Old Glory is smartly marched down the aisle
when the opening ceremonies start...

All around me,
separated four or five to a pen...

The air is heavy with your perfume
pulls me to you like a homing dove...

Real understanding
of what true love would require...

Eyes will be windows
to the soul unless you are...

After they broke up
we continued to like him...

Always running
away from myself...

Rockin' along, lost 40 pounds,
cut the fat - cholesterol lowered...

Climbed sacred mountains
swam in pools of the goddesses...

Corpulent mists drift
across the parking lot...