Catherine Gastmeier's  starter poem  © 2002


I've heard it said a thousand times
With fancy words and cleaver rhymes
In sad songs that the lonely sing
Love is an illusive thing  
 
this can now go in several directions - to - but we found love or I have never had a true love  or it could stay with theories about love
 
 
Different idea
 
 
I close my eyes and I can see 
the places that are you and me
I reach out ...but you're not there
these memories are so unfair
Tell me then how I can  say
It's better, It's better this way
 
What do the lonely people do
I am alone in being blue
Is there a time when heart ache fades
When can I end this long charade
And when is it that I will say
Its better, It's better this way
 
or it could go this way
 
Let me end this fools game
Let the time turn back again
let my world be filled with you
Let my heart know love that's true
Then I can smile reach out and say
 yes, it's better this way