One of my first poems I wrote about a year ago, got me thinking about how the sun and love are often the same.

I find this a very tough subject for me to elaborate on. Probably, because there is still much pain in my life stemming from this subject. When love dies there is often regret and sorrow but when you, yourself, cause the love to die the guilt, alone, can kill you.

I'm not sure if arrogance plays a part in making someone reach beyond what they already have for something they know they can never hold on to. I'm not sure what makes people think the grass is greener elsewhere, so to speak. The one thing I am sure of is someone I loved very deeply and who loved me back genuinely is no longer a part of my life, all for one night with a stranger.

Memories linger.

And sad memories, perhaps, linger the longest of all, holding us, touching us, never seeming to let go. Especially when the very majesty of our world is a constant reminder of what we had. Of what we lost.

Friend is a term used very loosely today. In reality, few people in life who I call friends are anything more than acquaintances. They're certain things we can expect from a true friend however: Compassion, support, honesty to name a few.

Maybe even more important than all of these is respect. Respecting a friend's choices in life, especially when they aren't pleasing to you, can be a grievous task, pushing to emotional extremes. In some cases, a very hard lesson learned.

Still, my own heart being tested by someone I hold very dear, I've come to hold friendship in an even higher regard. Just what would you do (or not do) for a "friend" in light of their happiness? At what point is the line of trust crossed?

Sometimes, the scent of perfume can rebreak your heart years after the initial pain.

This poem is about my experience of falling in love with a self-centered jerk. I was really hurt by this experience.

Missing him ...

This poem is for Allan and what we once shared. I made a terrible mistake, and possibly changed our relationship forever. I may have destroyed it. I hope you can forgive me?

Only in my dreams could you love me . . .

I wrote a few poems when I was in high school. They really weren't written for anyone. I just got ideas from reading other poems. I hope you enjoy them. Never really shared them with anyone except a few close friends.

Would really like to hear feedback. I would also like to set up a website for poems. I love collecting them. If you have any please forward them to me. I have a poem collection book and welcome all poems.