Poem -

Love VS Guitar

Love is alot like the Guitar ..

Takes alot of time, work
Patience & devotion

And sometimes  you will have
to readjust And listen again  

But once you find the 
Perfect one & tuned Just right
It's magical.  

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Dean Kuch

I already found the perfect one and subsequently lost her to a much younger man.
I will NEVER fall in love again.
I'm a firm believer that we only get one shot at a true and perfect love.
I met mine, we were married for 22 years then she walked.
I'd rather die lonely and alone.
It's far less painful.
~Dean

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Abaker

Sorry to hear that. I agree you can only have one True Love
but I also think that love as much as it hurts or can be painful its still worth it ...so maybe give up on one set love and love the sh*t out of someone else and let them love you... 22 years is a wonderful accomplishment and amazing but there is still life after her....while your being sad and lonely she is living it up happily with someone. ... Be happy you deserve it too 
~A~

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Dean Kuch

I'm perfectly happy, Abaker.
I have lots of female friends with benefits.
No strings attached.
That's all I need.
Take care,
~Dean

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Abaker

Ha! That's great and also a form of love ..be it for her..or yourself ;) 
Take care also
~A~
 

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