She was the Answer

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    After Five years GOD finally saw fit to answer my prayers, to give me the answer's. I've never met such a thoughtful Women, such a Caring Beauty, as the Women I wrote about in this poem. She truly did touch my soul. Healed the Scare in my Heart, the part of Iraq I couldnt escape in my Heart. How do you thank some one for such an amazing gift of mercy?

    She was the Answer

    She was GOD’s medicine to my Heart

    An answer to my prayers

    Turning Tear’s to Smiles

    She was as beautiful as she was Caring

    The most thoughtful Heart I’d ever met

    She never left my Heart to doubt

    She fought away the loneliness

    Never betrayed my Trust

    An angel or a messenger

    Either way, she feels like

    She came from above

    Like all miracles

    She’ll have to return to her world

    Back to where she belongs

    Flying high in the Heavens

    She left me with a Healed Heart

    And a second chance at happiness

    Living in the Light

    Strong again

    There were no superficial gifts

    No good byes

    Just memories

    Gratitude and Trust

    We shared a Dance

    A View

    Tried adventure

    Tried to touch

    But it was meant to be in the Heart

    Through the steps

    She was my Dance Partner

    My Friend

    My Answer

    Because I Loved her

    Because I cared

    I had to let her return

    To her home

    Her world

    Back to her loved ones

    I hope she finds a Lover

    That touches her

    As deep as she touched my Heart

    We’ll always have

    Underlining feelings

    In the memories

    -Fin-

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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