Wilted Roses
All the times that he tries,
And each time he misses.
He'll just fall asleep right now
And dream all night of kisses.
Not the kind that come from Hershey's,
Chocolatey and sweet,
But the kind that come from her,
With which none can compete.
Lovely thoughts of joy and rapture
Flowing through his mind.
All things that this reality
Never seems to find.
These thoughts of a preoccupation,
That he can't ever shake,
An obsession, cruel,
But too wonderful to break.
Written in 1997
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