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From north to
          south
Mine heart will be
          thine
For nothing can break
           us
Not even the space time
           continuum
For distance does not control our
           love
Because our hearts are
           one
With that my soul mated with
           thee
Long before my body
           did

Here is the snow so cold at night
The bog rug of winter frostbite
Sink 'neath the depth of knee less height
Where to a bird you'll seem like stripe
Of snow, in snow, on snow, snow-blind

When I grave, take with you words to steal:
Love was ne'er meant for one full belly,
For love must fill more and fill
many;
Heart speak swells when feast neglect plenty,
Whence love came unto me absent meal.

Yet unto you- absent still of
sup,
Station'd as a dove atop of
birch;
Swinging loose from bough to bough I search,
For my yet ripe pear on this here perch,
Where your milky face stolen my
cup.

Do not plea teary-eyed my sweet love,
'Tis only my feathers that may shed,
For I have had my end of heart's fed;
So love for us both when I am dead,
Swing on your own now, as I above.

Life is more cruel than death
Any moment may be our last
Some will go rudely taken
Other’s, to sleep and never to awaken

The how, we fear, is all the same
Yet death is in its finality, kind
For we shall spend more time with death
Than that of the cruelty of life

Forget all of the rules,
But not all of them fool!
   Stick a bandaid on your arm,
   Even with a wound too alarm!
Just don't pass out and drool!

Thine hair is curled like a gene of pure love;
A spiral that twists mine intimate thought,
A hereditary dose or thereof,
O how thy tress may be a perfect lot!

One simple question thou ask'st of me,
And simple yet doth prove troubling plea;
To reply short of note will fiction thee,
Amongst the poems of a much lesser read.

With thy beauty seen taken root from head,
Shall I forever adore these fibers;
Take with me solemnly- I will to bed,
As night cub's nourish'd by mother tigers.

Yet- giving credit to thine hair divine,
Would prove false heaven in these eyes of mine.

My love, the sky-- the sun-- it wanes,
Where set in thine eyes its shine hangs.
Such light to bright'n thy green gaze.
Mine heart skips rapidly away,
In a trance-- in a fog-- for today,
Heaven amplifies thy beauty in a way,
That melts at my resistance on such a day.
Thou art yet in heaven's door,
But the door I feel is visible more,
And together we shall creak the lore.

I would see to it that my vision comes true.
One that promises the cooling of the air,
And wipe the slate clean of solar flare- adieu.
Here comes- amass of clouds flock overhead,
With ever increasing suspense- so seldom do I wish it false.

Set eyes to imaginable heights and witness:
The heavens rip open with downpour,
As the gods themself dangle lips from sky;
In attempt to cast down the much desired tempest.

May we receive enough breeze and rain
To quench our succelent cravings- until summer bid we farewell.

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I wish for but a wonder
To hear the laugh of thunder,
   To feel the cool touch of rain;
To taste the salt that drops up high;
   To smell the watered bits of grain;
To see it pass in watchful eye,
And freeze-- by singular ray,
Piercing through clouds of skyline grey.

What does a heart do, if not
Unto its latest hour and trial,
When soon it shall forever dream
But loveth in all the moment thee.

I won’t ask you for your forgiveness
I don’t trust myself to do it differently, if I had it
It is your blessing that I seek
Would you give it to me
Knowing that I lived my life
Without a regard for yours
And it’s only now that you occupy my thoughts

I long to see you again
And I thought about doing it
Every now and then
But, mother, you see
Ought to be spared the pain
Of having to outlive a second son

Until then…

I will keep the necklace they gave me close to my heart
There is a part of you inside the capsule, that hangs
It’s so small
I can hold you in the palm of my hand, big brother