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| When they met his first thoughts were hope; hers was pity. She often came to visit him in his loneliness. His excitement and anticipation always grew. As time progressed, and their friendship expanded, her thoughts turned to compassion; his to love. But all through the years there was never to be a meeting of the minds. |
| He was just a tired and homeless old derelict, beaten down by years of living on the streets alone, when she first met him. Once a proud and healthy warrior, now just a shadow of what he had once been. But close observation by a trained eye showed the pride in his eyes, the faith deep in his soul, and the hopes alive in his heart. |
| Time went on, and she grew more beautiful year after year; youth and wealth were on her side. She lived alone in a world of plenty, with friends and family all around; he lived in his world of poverty, age and illness, all alone but for her. His dreams and desire for her grew with each passing year; hers never seemed to align. But all through the years there was never to be a meeting of the souls. |
| Love is a very confusing emotion; it is sometimes a mighty blessing, sometimes a one-way-street. Words and emotions don’t always meet. Love is not charity, nor does compassion bind as tightly as desire. Life is full of some very confusing four letter words; like "love, hope, hate, and pity"; and especially "aged". But all through the years there was never to be a meeting of the hearts. |
For My Special Lady
