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Copyright © October 24, 2005 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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Where can I buy,
the love and loyalty,
that money just can't buy.

Is not our love the concrete,
that would bind.

All hers I be, so gladly,
in honor and faith filled nest.

Over come by guilt,
from even thinking about,
thinking about another.

What does

you are mine
only,

and

I am yours
only

mean if it means not
a thing?

The heavy heart
this weight in chest,

and

the please say
this can not be
pain returns,

and

the how and why
confound once again,
as fears fought show true.