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Tried & True
In relationships
when each are always trying
trying it becomes
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The Vine
Only love and hate
are truly perpetual
False choices whither
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Hindsight
I’ve seen the future
and it’s only clear and bright
when it’s made that way
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I see your face start to glow.
Eyes brighten to let me know.
Smiles welcome, lips bestow.
Love is felt with each hello.
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One thousand kisses each morning,
a thousand more every night,
ten thousand more in between,
fulfill our days delight.
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One thousand thoughts about her,
a thousand dreams I’ve known,
ten thousand days or more,
we’ll never be alone.
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“I love you” a thousand times spoken,
thousands more I’ve heard,
infinity is our goal,
any less is simply absurd.
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The sun yet risen, the sky yet blue.
Yet my day grows brighter in my view.
A dream begins when I open my eyes.
The truth is seen as she lies.
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Truth is felt with a gentle kiss.
She pulls me closer to share the bliss.
I feel her breath, our heartbeats in sync.
Our body’s one, none to think.
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But if thoughts be had none compare.
A fantasy found, in love we stare.
Temperatures rise in the new dawns glow.
Our senses awaken, whispers flow.
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Visions guide our pleasures sought.
Tomorrow’s now, time has taught.
Our love given is love received.
And another day we’ve achieved.
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Another love poem that’s just for you.
It’s another love poem cos it’s what I do.
Though these poems are special in every way,
they’re inspired by our love each and every day.
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I write each one from deep in my heart.
And each second with you is another’s start.
The passion spills with each word I write.
The passion inspired each and every night.
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The sun will rise on a good day, for sure.
I’ll wake with zeal to pen you ever more.
You’ll wake to a kiss and my morning creation.
We’ll snuggle close feeling ever more inspiration.
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Summer’s last breathe breathes the chill of fall.
I wait to answer while I wait to call.
Do we both anxiously check our phone?
Who’ll call first, who’s alone.
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Does she weep, does she wonder?
Does she care or does she wander?
What is she thinking? I’d love to know.
A mere breathe and my breeze will blow.
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And the waves of emotion may roll or crash,
castles of sand always gone with a splash.
Beach balls aloft have destinations to guess.
And I left to fill another, till breathless.
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Full am I, delightful is she.
Serenity whispers softly to me,
with visions of starlight by the sea.
Breathe deep, my love, one are we.
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When I was just a small boy,
perhaps seven or eight,
I didn’t want to go to bed;
I wanted to stay up late.
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But when I’d sneak back downstairs,
for some TV and a snack,
my mom would be there waiting.
And boy I’d get a smack.
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That seems so long ago now,
and my how things progressed.
Slaps have been reconsidered,
now more creatively addressed.
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The mischief too has waned,
but I still stay up too late.
The TV no longer excites me,
but man the snacks are great.
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It’s funny what’s remembered,
and how it shapes our thought.
I’ve learned many lessons well;
now glad to be often caught.
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My mom now long since passed,
her sacrifices never ignored.
I really was a bratty kid,
but at least mom was never bored.
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The house is quiet and the pets at ease.
The yard awaits, says “mow me please”.
But I’ve things to think and words to rhyme,
because love comes first all of the time.
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The grass can wait and those dishes too.
There’s much to do and hours so few.
So busy I’ll be in La-La land,
love in my heart and pencil in hand.
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I’ll pen her poetry of love, joy and bliss,
recalling how quick was our one millionth kiss.
I’ll wax poetic and melt in her arms,
though her hotness not needed, just her charms.
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I’ll say “I love you” in every possible way.
And I’ll say it often every single day,
but words meaningless when actions speak.
So I’ll finish this poem and start my week.
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I sit and wait for words to flow.
Where they’ll take me I never know.
I’ve danced with stars and commanded the sea.
I’ve chatted with wizards that look just like me.
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My hand’s my wand to wave to and fro.
My mind’s the place we always go.
My eyes have absorbed many a sight.
My ears heard thunder and “I love you, goodnight”.
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My life’s been shaped by uncertainty,
striving always to be not me.
Seconds have crept and years have flown.
I’ve learned some things best unknown.
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Yet time is for shaping, both future and past.
The now unmoldable, it happens to fast.
Love has been felt, now again every day.
On carpets we ride and on clouds we lay.
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Age has taught me many new things;
the less one cries the more one sings.
The more one loves the less there’s hate.
And the more one laughs the happier the mate.
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I think today’s Saturday but I’m not sure.
It’s just another day waiting for a cure.
I tossed and turned all through the night.
I awoke to darkness but the sky was bright.
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My input seems to be running out.
In silence I wish to scream and shout.
Coffee’s running low and milk’s getting old.
Veggies growing limp and bread’s growing mold.
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The toilet paper’s still in good supply.
My hands scrubbed raw so I won’t die.
The day then turned the dullest of gray.
But it doesn’t really matter, cos in we’ll stay.
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Plans for the future now put on hold.
So inside we’ll wait until we’re told.
I’ll make some calls to those I miss.
I’ll wake my sweetheart with a kiss.
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While trying not to get the blues,
we’ll start our day with the news.
Breakfast we’ll share with lots of love.
And we’ll thank our lucky stars above.
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We’ll visit the world on the screen.
We’ll watch the grass turning green.
We’ll happily spend time doing chores,
hoping for a chance to get outdoors.
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I simply can’t bear another TV show.
The cars got gas but there’s nowhere to go.
Perhaps we’ll walk, but not too far.
Or we’ll play some cards and guitar.
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We’ll write a little and maybe draw.
I’ll tell her she’s the cutest I ever saw.
We’ll have our supper with a candle lit.
Then it’s off to bed to read for a bit.
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We’ll reflect on these times we now live in.
Then dream of the next to soon begin;
when doors will open from our self-made tomb,
awakened all, to a new spring bloom.
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A quiet calm’s befallen,
the morning sky’s blue.
A bit of a chill’s in the air,
life feels brand new.
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Music fills my head,
my body starts to sway.
Tribulation’s now are past,
the future starts today.
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The groove’s now returning,
today’s looking bright.
Every step becomes a dance,
toe to toe all night.
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Tomorrow is another day,
yet to be a song.
But with love most duly noted,
the laughter will be strong.
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This love of two no better suited,
a love exalted and never muted.
Arms that hold and wave with glee,
lips that scream “come to me”.
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Quiet moments shared snuggled close,
thankful always for our daily dose.
Troubles and tribulations fade by night.
Bliss is felt with the morning light.
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Endeavors together beyond expectation,
passion inspired beyond imagination.
Strengths multiplied when they’re times two.
Time’s conquered for me and you.
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Holding you holding me –
is the place we ought to be.
In our eyes love is seen.
When we kiss, no space between.
Two hearts beat as one in sync.
The futures bright as one we think.
Warmth’s felt in a world oft cold.
Time impassioned, never old.
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Nipples rising firm to the touch,
tongues probing, finding much.
Skin to skin sharing breath within,
passion’s peaked, again to begin.
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Mornings awaken by gentle touch.
There’s a loving kiss, though not too much.
Our day’s ahead bringing much to do.
Moments between I’m thinking of you.
Sun’s will set in warm embrace.
Worries dissolve without a trace.
Whispers and laughter fulfill our desire.
Love and passion propels yet higher.
Our evenings fade gazing sleepy eyes.
Sweet dreams follow, never goodbyes.
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Where rocky cliff meets stormy sea,
a castle perched, forever be.
Where gray stone surrounds little seen sky.
‘Twas this fortress a young princess cry.
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The princess post birth, her parents delight,
treasured by day, guarded by night.
Feasting with jesters, ponies, puppets and maids,
a gaggle of servants draw bright velvet shades
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With sentry of knight to share all her dreams,
her eyes shut tight to hide her screams.
Time wasted limitless, she wished for an end.
The princess was lonely without a true friend.
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One morning awoken by a kiss from a queen,
sleepy eyes opened to a sight seldom seen.
Golden light sparkles in diamond pane rare,
a sapphire morn burns black coal night air.
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A tasty breakfast served on tray in bed.
Downy pillows fluffed to rest her head.
The king arrived more jolly than ever,
with riddle to solve, if anyone clever.
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“What may have wings cannot fly.
Holds a heart yet cannot die.
Shaken pitch laughs off rain.
Having one a princess to gain?”
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The joyous young girl made many a guess.
The kings’ piddling patience grew less and less.
The queen and knights all had a try.
The king muttered “castle!” with a loud sigh.
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The room bemused by the riddler’s zeal.
Most unconcerned with how others feel.
A castle repeated in more pleasant a tone,
a home for a princess to call her own.
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But first a short trip outside the wall,
where grass tickles feet and trees grow tall.
There are lessons to learn from tutors wise.
There are truths to see with growing eyes.
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Now’s time a princess must prepare,
for the eventual call of a prince to be dear.
A someday king awaits his throne,
whence you shall rest upon your own.
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The princess knew the day would come,
a bartered prize as was her Mum.
No fairy tale endings for spawn of kings.
“Tis a life shackled with heavy gold rings.
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Adventure awaits, no time for self-pity,
freedom’s short locked in a stone city.
Knowledge abounds beyond heavy gates.
The princess skips past on worn ancient slates.
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Beneath a fine bonnet of satin and lace,
excitement glowed on her adolescent face.
Her velvet shoes barely touching the dirt,
a merry cyclone a-swirl in silk skirt.
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Her mentor soon waves from path by wood.
Magical flora beckons, some bad, some good.
Wonders overwhelm in green forest lush.
An ocean of emeralds painted with brush.
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With each lash a-flutter bursts a new color.
Light and shades multiply them all more.
With the thirst of a sponge she did explore,
where surprises abound when not looked for.
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A gentle breeze blew, a little leaf flew,
bright sky filled in the space anew
A ray of sunlight kissed a shiny stone.
Atop a bed of dewy leaf it rests alone.
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With a tiny tap upon its shimmering side,
the distant fates of two collide.
Surface cracking on this egg thought stone,
a heartbeat wakened with thunderous tone.
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Out popped a plump lump, beneath wings of scale.
A pat on the rump exposed its long tail.
A final stretch thrust shell shards to leaf.
And there lie a creature beyond belief.
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Warm smiles shared with a new friend.
A precious little pearl, the girl’s to defend.
The gazes shattered by a howl from the trail,
‘twas the elderly teacher, impatient and frail.
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The princess knew what had to be done.
The babe hid under her bonnet and bun.
Down the path she ran back to the gate.
Yelled to the guards “The teacher was late”
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Gates barely open she slipped through the crack,
escaping notice of the tail down her back.
Safe in her chamber they shared the night’s meal,
both sharing puckers with fresh lemon peel.
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Then swathed in plush robes, kissed on the head,
the fledgling was tucked safely under the bed.
Each night passing, more robes to conceal,
this teething tot with big teeth that’s real.
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Each day growing from the princess’s scraps,
she grew thinner, now padded with straps.
The servants grew nervous at both the sight,
one lie near weightless, one flew in the night.
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The princess’s secret though soon was known,
when her expanding friend went out alone.
The knights became dazed by armored flight,
their swords no match for the hunger of night.
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The king and queen where too nearly maimed.
Pawns, bishops and rooks where all to be blamed.
A wizard was called to tame the toddler beast.
His tenure cut short when almost a feast.
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The creature now huge, truly loved the girl.
She called her Sunshine, the princess’s Pearl.
Together they frolicked on the castle rooftop.
The king spying danger called for a stop.
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Shouting “time’s come to put childhood behind,
It’s now time to marry, I’ve someone in mind.
He’s brave, sweet, wise and kind, at least I’m told.
There’ll be time to adjust as you both grow old.”
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Escorted by king to a royal coach and four,
off to be locked behind another gilded door.
Her fate was sealed by a noble families need,
alliances grown with common regal seed.
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But with a twist, jerk and a naughty giggle,
the squiggly princess was free now to wiggle.
Breaking free, running fast, past all unaware.
She zigged and zagged toward the rooftop stair.
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Screaming loudly for her only friend Pearl,
who tried to save the much pursued girl.
A guard with a pike held Pearl on a chain.
Blocking the Sunshine’s escape of the reign.
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Seeing her friend at the top of the stair,
Pearl snapped her links then into the air.
The petrified guard fled from his post,
grabbing for Sunshine he’d surely be toast.
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The princess ran to the edge of the roof,
yelling to Pearl, she feared aloof.
The big eared beast sharply turned about,
hearing her Sunshine’s gloomy shout
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The king with guards, knights and queen,
Stormed to the roof unprepared for what’s seen.
The princess looked back, blew a kiss to her mother,
and a warm thoughtful wave to all the other.
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Then with a carefree step she disappeared.
Plunging to her sudden death, or so was feared.
The mortified lookers all lunged for the ledge.
Hoping the princess landed safe in a hedge.
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The king peeked over, not wanting to see,
when up rose his honey like a big bumble bee.
She hung from the neck of her dear friend Pearl,
now bonded for life, this dragon and girl.
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Higher she climbed with a dragons eye view,
a view to be viewed by a very small few.
Now all surveyed, now all her realm,
Sunshine’s the captain, Pearl the helm.
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Over forest and mountains, ocean and stream,
free in a world where she need not dream.
Adrift on her Pearl upon the endless sea,
Alone they now be in their realm of fantasy.
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The king broken hearted wept in his sleep.
The queen stricken ill with never a peep.
They later agreed to bare a new heir,
whether girl or boy was not a care.
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The next child’s fate was sure to be better,
born free of mind and trappings that clutter.
With a loving heart nurtured by family and friends,
then given the choices to choose their own ends.
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The princess returned in time for the birth.
The kingdom was full of merriment and mirth.
The princess enchanted with a friend who flew.
And all ends happily as fairy tales all do.
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The End
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A seeker of rainbows,
I gaze to the sky.
My world’s looking up,
as the clouds cry.
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The sun returning,
the blues drift away.
Colors erupting,
gone is the gray.
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A dream fulfilled,
a path to new.
My rainbow now frames,
a more colorful view.
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Mom’s always angry and I’m fed up.
The kids are a pain and won’t shut up.
The little brats scream, yell and they shout.
There is no relief, not even when out.
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They cost a lot too and always want more.
I’ve tripped over packages at my front door.
Something’s always broken and the house a mess.
We need a vacation, I must confess.
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A hammock for two on a deserted beach,
with the comforts of home well within reach.
We’ll eat when we want and we’ll get up late.
By day we’ll frolic, each night a hot date.
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We’ll call the kids weekly, just to say high.
Then we’ll hang-up when they start to cry.
We’ll bring back presents, two for each.
But if they’re bad we’re back to the beach.
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If to live a life of fantasy,
immortality bound and trouble free.
Never to be a wannabe,
desires fulfilled by decree.
What would they be, Oh what would they be?
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To be an explorer on the open sea,
nature bound and living free,
the entire world I would see.
I’d fulfill life’s destiny.
Where would it be, where would it be?
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An artist perhaps, filling the world with glee,
history bound and creating free,
painting for all a new reality.
Or I’ll write a song with perfect harmony.
How will it be, how will it be?
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Maybe a billionaire on a shopping spree,
luxury bound and spending free,
rolling about with bling and scree.
Or I’d give it all away to charity.
What would it be, what would it be?
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A philosopher would be great, solving life’s mystery,
intellectually bound and thinking free,
cleaning up mankind’s debris.
And debate all who disagree.
When will it be, when will it be?
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But I’m not, I’m just me,
homeward bound and mostly free,
curious of complexity.
Loving and loved I guarantee.
Who could it be, who could it be, it’s you and me!
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Poetry for a lady with much love I give.
I’ll write the unspoken as long as I live.
Mornings for her will be a cause for glee.
For me her glowing smile I long to see.
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We share our first coffee, no concern for the time.
We’ll talk and we’ll laugh, I’ll record it in rhyme.
Our day will proceed with only one goal,
loving each other, mind, body and soul.
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Good morning my love is words daily spoken.
Bonds made are hearts never broken.
Snuggling close starts every day.
Warmth is felt and here to stay.
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Eyes open to smiles bright.
Kisses are shared and all is right.
Our day’s to be filled with great elation.
Our time’s together always pure jubilation.
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Worries pass without a fuss.
Poetry’s to be written just for us.
Adventure awaits with each day anew.
And good morning my love, my love’s for you.
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