Decisions are oh, so difficult
at moments like this
a relationship
becoming an attachment
becoming a friendship
becoming mere aquaintances
with the blush of a forgotten kiss
Love is an antiquated relic
we can't hope to sell it
so we hold on to it as a memento
of yesterdays lost
the cost?
maybe a lifetime for all we know
What do we gain
at moments like this
when our destiny and fortune is tossed
into a future unsecured
when love becomes a chore
to be completed
wanted not needed
begging not pleading
when greetings
devolve
and becomes a weakening
of our resolve
so many questions surrouding you and I
I just don't know
I don't know
maybe the answers can be found
in this glass of merlot
or
do you prefer moscato?
Giving up is oh, so easy
at times like this
seems our tears refuse to dry
everytime we ask why
walking into rooms marked do not enter
maybe that is a cruse for lovers
in the winter
of a romance
that began with a dance
and a chance
encounter
in the spring of love in bloom
saying I love you
much too soon
with nothing to build upon
selecting our favorite wines
as we dine
in our solitutude
distant
yet not rude
Only the hissing of summer lawns
as our symphony
our shared doubt
an entity
that cannot be erased
with the taste
of grapes
upon our lips
as we slip
into a nether world
remembering nights spent thinking the full moon
was our precious pearl
as we lay curled
in a fetal position
now, what have we truly secured?
I sit and cogitate on this and various questions of love
as my wine is poured
what is the question of love?
I just don't know
I don't know
maybe I will discover
a lost lover
when I finish this glass of merlot
or
do you prefer moscato?

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