Not Even a Touch of Vivacity


Not Even a Touch of Vivacity times.

Even the happy songs, 

make me feel sad.

From, the memories, 

that they bring.....

And, we’ll 

never, grow old, together.

For I’m, already ..... old.

And in my eyes, 

you’ll always be.

Young, and pretty.

I hope your smile, still... 

lights, the room.

And, your eyes ......

sparkle, full of fire.

And lust 

fills the hearts, 

of all men, that you touch.

And I envy them not.

For my Love is spent.

Crushed, within my dreams.

And life, has taught me cruel.

For not all in life......

Is as


it seems.

Giajl © Jim Love 




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