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If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!

Quick witted, as good as they come
Understanding and open to some
Intelligent with a sharp mind
Now and forever, one of a kind
Focuses on a poetic soul
Innermost, seeking his goal
Never let his skills ever end
Never has there been a better friend

if i don't wake up tomorrow
   i'm cool with that
i'll accept my fate
i know i've tried my best
for me
   for you
but you'll miss me
   i know
i don't think you can handle me
   not being around
and i can't do that to you
i've got too much to show you yet
too much to teach you
when you show me you're okay without me
   then
and only then
will i move on
so, i guess
   no
i'm not okay with not waking up
i will wake up
and i will continue to show you
how not to live your life
by continuing to live mine
exactly the way i have been.

if my life would end today
there's one thing i would pray
that of all the things i've ever asked
i'd be granted one more day

one more day is all i want
only one more day
to finish up the things i must
takes only one more day
to burn your smile into my mind
will take me one more day
to show you that i love you
with only one more day

if i knew it all would end
i'd ask god if he could
put me on another list
and one day please extend

there's things that i must say
not just i'm sorry and goodbye
but, i know i'll get the words out
if he gives me one more day

one more day is all i want
only one more day
to finish up the things i must
takes only one more day
to burn your smile into my mind
will take me one more day
to show you that i love you
with only one more day

it's the only thing i'll ask for
i'm almost set to go
i'll finish what i need
and then i'll close life's door

if my life would end today
there's one thing i would pray
that of all the things i've ever asked
i'd be granted one more day

Moss and moon-green Spring
fully bloomed, the dogwood trees
our breath mingles ever in the ethers
a place where sweet the soul will dwell
and shall not die nor wither

Crocus flowered violet grass
scented sweet pink hyacinth
yellow primrose metamorphosis
inhale we drink and can never think
only lose ourselves
deep in fragrant amnesia

Until beyond this meadow
when day recedes into night
and the scarlet sky of purple blues
is swallowed once more by
the molten, pearl moon

When it comes to love
Sometimes
The smart one falls for the dumb one
The beautiful one falls for the ugly one
The rich one falls for the poor one
When it comes to love
You think you could do anything for love