The aroma of cinnamon and clove wafted from her cup
That and the smell of perfume let me know I was in the right place
This was the room where it all began
I’d seen her come in before which is why I was there
I intended to run into her
I tried not to stare
For she is a beauty beyond compare
And I am a connoisseur

Thanks and giving
They go together
Especially today
As we celebrate
Family and friends
All that is good
We’re all lucky
Happy to be alive
This is it
Our wonderful lives
Appreciating good heath
Friendship and love
Forging memories
The warmth of the sun
The sounds of laughter
Good thoughts
Hope for the world
Hope for us
A time to consider
All that we have
To give thanks
To give
To reflect
Honor others
We have one life to live

Leap into love and the net will appear
When love calls, go
Anywhere may lead to forever
You must take the chance
When it beckons
Gamble on romance
Fly a thousand miles
Or maybe none at all
As long as you’re open to it
After all, it’s why you are here
To love and be loved
Your destiny is to meet
Your dearly beloved

Hector is a lonely agent working for the CIA
Deployed to Angola, of all places
On a mission to recruit
The hangout for expats in Luanda
Is the Come Back Inn
The agency was looking for someone who would not arouse suspicion
He was also looking for love
Hmm, he espied a comely lass dressed in white, with a string pearls accuenting that beautiful neck
Can I buy you a drink?” he found easy to say
Marcy smiled and nodded yes
They were on their way
Doctors Without Borders had placed her there, she revealed
She was that kind of a good old soul
Dinner followed, then came a kiss
They were on a roll
It took a while for Hector to reveal
What he really did
He wasn’t a journalist after all
Did she like the adventurous life?
That sounded pretty good to her
She asked if he needed a wife
That sounded pretty good to him
Dateline: today
They live in a treehouse in Zambia
Baby is on the way
She’s still doing the MD thing
As for Hector, it’s a secret
So I cannot say

Tiger lay his guitar down and thought of times long past
He remembered picnics in the park
And lots of laughs
He reminisced about a kiss
The first one they shared
The excitement he first felt
When they met upon that bridge
They got lost in each other
Embracing the moment
Planning a future
One that came to be
The freedom in marriage
The freedom to be
To evolve
The he in her
The her in he
A united front
For these chosen ones
Let it be

Meet the King of lonely hearts
He wants all to know
He’s available, hear the call
He comes home and shouts
Is anybody home and
No one answers
Just a silent no, no, no

The King pours himself a stiff one
Turns on the TV
Then considers writing a verse or two
Of poetry
The topic will be lost love
A romance he will relive
With a girl who used to love him
‘Til she had no more to give

A beautiful house he has
High up on a hill
If only he could share it
The King and his girl
That is all he wants
He’s got everything he needs
Except the emptiness inside
Somebody help him, please

This story wanted to be a poem
But it didn’t make it all the way
It’s content to be just that
Who’s to say it can’t stand on its own?