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Keith Miller May 2015
I'll make you famous, famous indeed.
I'll dot your eyes and cross your teeth.
Then everyone will know you dared to tango with me.
I'll make you famous, famous indeed.
I'll tell you no lies. I'll end you on your knees.
Every where you go, they'll know you dared to dance with me.
I'll make you famous, famous indeed.
Keith Miller May 2015
There I was early and bright
lingering… waiting for coffee
hoping they get it just right

when she came in, and oh! what a sight
My heart skipped a beat, the room felt warm
I turned pale, pale as moonlight

Then I see, I see just beyond sight
I see in her, I see a light

As if one pulled back the morning curtain
To a new and beautiful sunrise

Gentle at first, soft as starlight
pale as the moon. growing just as bright

Warm as Dawn’s first kiss, it broke forth upon my heart
whiskers and strands of many colored sunlight

She became yellow-brimmed and fuchsia limbed
pink, magenta, lavender, and periwinkle blue
Her brightness grew till all color broke and shattered

Then all faded to white
All there was, was her, her and her light.

but like a sunrise I mustn’t look too long
A sunrise isn’t mine to own

She saw my starstruck eyes, my hanging chin
She answered with a simple ‘Hi' and impish grin

But for a moment there was only her,
her and her light;
While we were lingering… waiting for coffee.
hoping they get it just right
This actually happened to me.
Keith Miller May 2015
Her eyes are nothern stars guiding me
Her smile is wind in my sail bringing me near
My Magellan eyes scan her coast and sky
My words, a cartagrapher drawing her every curve and line
I sail an ocean of curiosity till storm of her desire
send me crashing ashore
Let my heart be run aground upon her chest
Let me be stranded upon her lips,
My hands castaway in her hair
And wander her silken seashore
Love has led me to a New World
I want to explore every part
I have found the great fortune of my life
in her untamed, wild land
Like Cortes, I burn the ships
May I never be rescued
Keith Miller May 2015
There are 6 things I have hoped for, 7 I cannot live without.
A stream filled with affection, an untamed love in the dark.
Justice for the widow and the orphan, and mercy for the straying heart.
Honor for the name of my Father, strength for my mother's arms.
And wisdom, that I may know. . . all the ways of your heart.
Model after a biblical proverb.

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