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ISLE OF LONELY © 2002, Wanda L. Harrell
No longer loved, I was cast adrift in the middle of my years To float about aimlessly and wash ashore in this desolate place A forgotten and deserted isle in midst of the Sea of Human Tears Where I wander about without the warmth of a shared embrace Castaway, my soundless footsteps now walk the sandy seaside With wide eyes searching the bleak and empty horizon before me While paying no attention to the rising and lowering of the tide Around this solitary and obscure place, the deserted Isle of Lonely Frantically waving to the nothingness and lighting signal fires I busy myself with everything I can do to be rescued from here But daily, the loneliness increases, as do my unmet desires As I cry to selfish winds and an uncaring sky, blue and clear From time to time, a boat for two drifts fairly close to my shore But then, I clearly see a man and a woman upon the deck And sadly sigh and know there is no room for one more So, here I stay stranded all alone to impatiently wait and reflect O', I await that day when, from the sea, my rescuer will arrive But meanwhile offer my prayers on these sands upon bended knee Continually wondering if sheer grit and determination will allow me to survive And if anyone else cares, or can hear my cries and constant plea Endless, empty nights are filled with sounds of the sea and my unheard sighs And too many long and lonely days have now become lost years But my injured, fragile hope is born anew with each bright sunrise As I look to the horizon for my already beloved rescuer to appear O’, castaway am I…on these sands for far too many years While yearning for rescue by the one special one made for me But until then I wait in the midst of the salty Sea of Human Tears Merely existing on this solitary island, the deserted Isle of Lonely

MISSING YOU © 2002 Wanda L. Harrell
Minutes become hours And hours become a day It's been that way since the world began So, I've not revealed anything new 'Cause time has a way of going by No matter what we say or do.
Minutes become hours And hours become a day Continually marking time and life But strangely, when you are away A single, solitary moment lasts forever Time refuses to be measured in an ordinary way.
YOU'RE GONE © 2003 Wanda L. Harrell
You’re gone, but I can still hear your lover’s secrets in my ear, Feel your essence and see vivid images, all of them crystal clear. I can feel your gentle touch, delicately stroking my naked body And the sensual blending of our desires, both nice and naughty.
You’re gone, but I still see a single candle glowing in the dark night, And feel your warm and loving embraces, holding me tight. My lips can feel your lips and your loving kisses, honey sweet, And our two bodies igniting, creating passion’s feverous heat.
You’re gone, yet surrounding me are the memories you left behind. But no matter where I look, my heart is what I can no longer find. I have searched everywhere, but no longer know what to do, ‘Cause you left your memories, but took my heart away with you.
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