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My Cowboy

You can call him my cowboy,

You can say he's my friend,

He's committed to Loving,

Clear Til the End.

He may not be the best,

But I've surrendered all,

He's the Heart of the West,

He's the man at my call.

He's gave up the Rodeo,

And Committed his heart,

To loving me so,

Vowing his part.

You can call him my cowboy

You can say he's my friend,

He's committed to loving

Clear til the end.

Cause a cowboy's a man,

Unlike all the rest,

He's labored the land,

He's passed my test.

You can call him my cowboy,

You can say he's my friend,

He's committed to loving.

Clear Til the End.

Aged Love

They kiss with defined passion,

Caress with magnetic touch,

An impulse only from Heaven...

That never says too much.

Exchanging wordless forevers,

Which entangle to and fro,

Never knowing life's endeavors,

Or where their love will go.

Blind to enticeful others,

That could steer their love astray

They dance like youthful lovers,

Who live for day to day.

Only age has slowed their dance,

That they shared a life before.

Yet neither minds the advance,

Of never seeing tomorrow.

She fumbles with reality,

He holds her to his side,

Both feel the force of eternity,

Abscent fear ...together...

They await to die.