| To Let Me Be Free July, 2003 The wind whistled its sweet hello And I smiled in return. This path I've followed many times, And much, I've truly learned. Our hands swing now in unison, Together, there and back. Your smile takes away the stress The day did choose to rack. The bench is still right there for us, Just at the end of this. We sit, as we have always done, Enjoying our first kiss. The trees begin to shower us, These leaves, our celebration. Then birds begin a serenade To add to jubilation. My smile fades, along with this Intoxicating thought. My daily grind won't let me free To be with whom I ought. I won't give up my struggle For this dream that we pursue. Eventually, I know that I Will spend my life with you. ~ the Professor |
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| The fourth of July has come and gone by now, and I have yet to feel a definite independence. I strive and strive to make my life what I wish it to be, yet the world seems constantly to work against me. Yet, I will never tire of trying. Love works much the same way for me. At times, it seems that obstacle after obstacle is in the way of love, yet I will never tire of the struggle, for I know that the reward far surpasses any struggle that I have faced. So, it's back to my daily grind... |
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