Her hair Brown and her eyes dark,
She was a texas girl, pure of heart.
Even though she was far away,
We had a connection that was here to stay.

A Year went by, and we fell in love. Perhaps it was due to circumstance,
we seemed to fit together like a glove.

She would open up to me and talk about the past,
I didn't mind staying up late, cause just listening to her was such a blast.

We both shared secerts that we would both hold dear,
Not even the world would dare ask from fear.

We both said that we found our soulmate,
I was actually happy cause I found someone that would make me great.

In my heart I felt a great warmth, that I knew it had to be in love.
But alast, it was a love that would not live for to long.
She said needed time apart so I let it go. Hoping....wishing for its return.

When my last love returned to my life, she said she found others and has become a mother.
I cared not for that detail and when giving the chance I accepted them both as a gift instead of a burden.

Again I gave her my heart as if in a jar for her to store,
But again she took it down from the shelf and tore.
She said that the baby had to stay near family but what she hid from me was the fear of change. A weakness......

Perhaps this is all my fault for believing in the power of love,
No it is my fault because I knew the pain it would cause.
But I wanted my old wound to heal, now its filled with salt, fear and any prospects of love turn sour quickly.

Now my heart is much wiser but so cold of what it has endured.
That it cannot withstand the pressure of happiness.
I have fallen in love just twice in my life when I was young and again while I'm older.

I know it's sad to say that and I do fret and feel I may be missing out on such. Looking back through life with regret to hope or love anymore hurts to much.