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Love should be pure; love has a simple allure
If you’re in love; your heart flies like a dove.
dreams bloom; and there walks the groom.
love is brewing; there are things to be doing.
sometimes in love; it doesn’t fit like a glove.
but if you’re lucky it grows like a rose, right under your nose.
oh my dear John Doe; I saw you all aglow; in the white washed moonlights halo.
oh! And the taste is so unexplainable, love is almost unattainable.
looking around; I am high off the ground,
from the love that flows through me; for you I would cross the sea.
it’s true; your name is my tattoo; I will cook a stew; just for you.
I am so distracted by your vision; I got into a collision.
I’m already convinced; you will be my prince.
“its better to love and lost than to never loved at all”; my love is as long as the Chinese wall
a kiss from you; I’m in bliss.
Gentle giants
Looming white
Arms flailing
Silent in the dusk
Where Cary Grant once ran
Through corn fields in a tidy blue suit.
Written on the Indy to Chicago Amtrak train near Roseville, Indiana.
I stopped to,
capture a photo,
of the leaves upon the damp,
ground,
then I stood and,
looked around,
peace,
quiet,
no one in sight,
for this moment was my very own,
a gift from,
above,
or just around,
a beautiful second,
in my stressful life,
to breathe deep,
and get some,
relief,
something seemed,
wrong in capturing it,
for it would steal away,
it's lovely features,
they would rust over,
and begin to fall away,
no,
this is a moment,
that no one would ever know of,
no replication could be made,
not even in written words,
could I express,
the freedom in these eyes,
my spirit lifted high,
my lips parted,
ready to participate,
in something gorgeous,
for this is the first day,
in many days,
that I felt truly,
alive,
for the right,
reasons,
for the seasons,
changing,
for the earth spinning,
for my hair growing,
for my eyes seeing,
for my existence being.
I am a poet laureate, unfortunate enough to be knowing it
Four years ago we met under the stars
came together with fireworks above
I know all about your past and your scars
my heart will continue to always love.
Three hundred and eighty miles away
the caged bird dreams and screams for freedom
I'm not there with you but I vow to stay
stand by you while you fight off your demons.
Spend forever in each other's arms
together as husband and wife we'll be
protecting each other from all the storms
no longer as is it I but it is we.
I swear I will wait until you are free
but for now, to open my heart: the key.
canoe
by the oyster bay
in a mountain blue

let the hand through
the gray,
canoe

where a seal or two
blinks and strays
in a mountain blue,

swirling water into new
wine-coloured shades.
canoe,

stretch the light you
saw had stayed
in a mountain blue.

what is this body you drew
like a bolt from the clay?
canoe
in a mountain blue.
How many dreams will I dream
Before I dare to make one true
How many roads will I follow
Before I find a place to stay
How many friends will I go through
Before I find one that is true
How many songs will I sing
Before the right words come into mind
How many lands will I travel
Before I believe in a hope that lasts
How many stories will unravel
Before I live a life that's real
Our love is like the sun-soaked, blue-green sea
Its fervent waves, so beautiful and strong
We sit at the beach, looking out.  We see
The soft waves, and we hear their rhythmic song.
Our love is this beautiful and steadfast.
You and I can go through the worst and still
All our love collected as one, amassed,
Will be as strong as ocean’s high tide thrill.
Yet, it isn’t as changing and dangerous
As the sea during the dark storm and rain.
It’s not the choppy sea tormenting us
Nor the dark, black storm that brings us pain.
Our love is calm water: great, steady, blue
Of a day with sky of a gentle hue.
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