As the creek did filter upon the weaving
inlet the shimmering abundance hung
high in the sky. A lonely owl did look
upon its surroundings and then it took
to speaking to the night. The water wheel  
gently did turn creaking as if an old clock

All were slumbering in nights tranquillity,
The moon was suspended in gentility  
Lights did linger in each  silent house,
nothing stirred in the village not even a mouse.

Our car, among the classics
Our things, became antique
We, turned into relics
And our friends, befit a clique

Our cottage, now the hermitage
Our home, is a relique
Our life, will be a heritage
And when we talk, it’s a critique

What we do, has grown archaic
Our habits, turned oblique
Our thinking, esoteric
But we’ve, become unique
WIZDUMBs BY JA 418

As the morning sun,
kisses the dew....

I wonder if I'll hear the words,
I love you....

These three words,
we cannot take lightly.....

Yet some people will use them,
that does not understand the true meaning....

These words are sometimes used,
to get what you want.....

These words are sometimes used,
to put up a front.....

These words are sometimes used,
by the insecure one....

These words are sometimes used,
by the passionate one....

I Love You.......
3 words...

Better shown then said.....
Feelings that hold us....
Yet can mess with your head....

Words so true,
that can quickly turn blue....

Words so true,
that we cannot control....

Words so true,
that starts with two....

Plain and simple.....
Real love knows no hurt....

Real love,
comes from god above....

Real love is given,
and expects no return...

Real love is patient....
Real love is kind...
Real love is not self seeking....
Real love does not boost....
Real love endures all.....

A ring rests upon a finger where your
love has withered and corroded to dust

Mine flies like butterflies ascending in the wind.

I greave for your emptiness that only
fades like your inked waning words.

I was a piece of paper, you wrote upon me,
I couldn't read straight away what you'd
inked upon my soul.

You started to fold me from the edges to
the inside. I was formless before,  now you
sculpted my being into a constructed form.

*"A heart sculptured by you,