With respect to you,.. you have just made the point,.. they are just words. They don't actually mean anything.

Few problems in the world are solved through, or, because of them. Actions of people, hold power,.. not words.

It's good you find pleasure and solace in them. It's almost, the only use for them.

" First Love "

I met you, when you were five,
We went to school, like Man and Wife,
Those little school shoes, and ankle socks,
Looked better on you, than on me.

I'd sit next to you, in class,
And you would help me, with my maths,
We'd share our sweets, and apples too,
And we would hold hands, after school.

I always wanted, to give you a kiss,
But I didn't know, how to, do it,
I wanted to marry you, right away,
But your Mummy and Daddy, wouldn't let me.

The time passed by, the birthdays too,
I'd always make, a little card for you,
The house we'd have, was crayoned on the front,
And you would draw the garden, on the back.

My last memory of you, is an unhappy one,
You smiled and ran away, and then, you were gone,
You would still be, with me now,
If you hadn't crossed the road, when you did.

I've reached the age, of twenty-five,
And in my heart, you're still alive,
I'll never forget, when you were eight,
The age you were taken, from me.

Like a pilgrim, each year, on that day,
I stare at the road, on which, you lay,
And I hold every car, to blame,
For taking,.. my friend,.. away.

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