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You are that special place
where my heart tends to fly
and I can be anything I chose

Where prying eyes don’t matter
as I dance like an idiot
on a street corner downtown

Or pick up a baby sparrow
returning it to its nest
in the midst of a war

I can climb a tree
in the park to get a better view
of yesterday’s sunset

Hail a yellow cab
with my eyes closed
to take us anywhere we’ve never been

Open a door
and pull out your chair
in the middle of a hockey game

Or shout loudly “I adore you”
in the reference section
of the local library

These thoughts may be a little absurd
but I am trying to make a point,
so you know how I feel because…

You are that special place
where I can be me
*and know I will be loved anyway

I painted a butterfly’s wings
because its colors
clashed with my garden

It died,
so did my garden

My heart races,
and you came in first place.

There's no competition,
all is fair in love and war.

With you there will be no repetition,
you run to me with all your ambition.

Thanks for being my simple addition,
causing me a better condition.

The cranky sound of the rusty gate,
Proclaimed that I might have been too late;
In paying my visit to an old mate.

I wavered ahead to the front door;
Where the rusty lock that the house wore,
Stated that the occupants lived there no more.

I turned around, and might have thought my memory
Had tricked me in making a mistake;
But the sight of the distant blue lake,
Made it clear that none such was made.

With a heavy heart, I commenced to walk away;
When the lone sound of a crushed leaf,
(For there were many on the lawn astray)
Made me pause a moment; and look beneath,
And reflect upon my latest grief.