Stains

No more loneliness

no more pains,

a time for love

to remove past stains.

My time has been blessed

by two special people,

what I desire most

is we three and a steeple.

A lady so warm

So giving and tender,

gracing life’s pages

with the love she can render.

A young pretty girl

holding the hurt of ages,

trying to survive

all of life’s little stages.

Attempting to merge

with the flood of emotions,

each of the three trying

to cope with another’s notions.

A question of forming

a bond that will last,

the haunting apprehension of

treading on the past.

Patience gently asking for

resentment not to harden,

a wish to create

a bright human garden.

One full of doubt

the other lacking trust,

my persistent return

with the love that’s a must.

No more loneliness

no more pains,

a time for love

to remove past stains.

Gary R. Cramer

January 27, 1981