Ode To My Debacle Poem by John Shea

There she was in essence fresh
Surely filling my mind
With women of confluence

I was frozen in time
Thoughts flexure my mind
The flexurous trip so wild

My what a world so grand
With ability to have swain so sure
The chance for heartache and pain

Thus our lives strike out in search
With love searching for mirth

Then comes sorrow and pain

The prowess to live love and die
With the essence of what filled my mind

My woman my wife
God loves her
The singular love of my life.