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My Dear Poet Jun 2021
You tell me how much you love me
with the softest of subtle eyes
your words can convince my soul of anything
I’d believe even your sweetest lies
you’re fair and your face so beautiful
so sweetly your smile grows
still, I could fall so madly in love with you
even with something dangling down your nose

softly speaking words you  ‘woo’ me
satisfying the secrets  in my soul
you drown and delight my deepest parts
so deep you’d leave a hole
amazingly, you amaze me
a gift without ribbons or bows
you’d unwrap me with the slightest wink
even with something dangling down your nose

All you need to do, is touch me
my heart hides up in my throat
I’m so ‘lovesick’ it feels like seasick
you know how to rock my boat
blow my mind and wipe my memory
I offer you a beautiful soft rose
hold it close, to sniff and smell
and leave the thing dangling down your nose
“I wish I could tell you”
Love hides many things
My Dear Poet Jun 2021
Heaven has a street called ‘Hope’
It leads from earth and is thin like rope
It’s a tight walk across earth to sky
Those who walk may fall but learn to fly

Heaven has a street called ‘Love’
It starts from here through to clouds above
It’s thinner than Hope but is stronger still
Those who walk may lose their way but not the will

Heaven has a street called ‘Faith’
This path is unknown but one can trace
both Hope and Love and where they intersect
They that walk may lose their life but not the respect
My Dear Poet Jun 2021
A Lily never lies
unlike a neighbouring plant
where shrub and grub
are given a rub
like lavender to enchant
A Lily never lies
like your eyes
even if you tried
you can’t recant
you send a scent
and as soon as it’s sent
like lavender you replant
My Dear Poet Jun 2021
Every flower has a name
till you became the fragrance
that named every flower
I smell
My Dear Poet Jun 2021
I’m not one
to speak for death
for death
could speak for itself
I speak only for life
for life and wealth
is the breadth of breath
and the well
of heart and health
Here’s to life and happiness
My Dear Poet Jun 2021
“You don’t know how good you got it”,
she said.

“You don’t know how good I make it”,
I reply.

good in part, still falls apart

though making most
of what you got

you still wonder why
My Dear Poet Jun 2021
What the world needs are flowers that grow everytime a lie is spoken
so a man and woman can look for truth
away from beautiful scented things
and possibly  find it
Sometimes truths are not only found among beautiful things
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