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Apr 2014
she laughs as the wind
takes her hair and makes it dance
the rain has just passed
and the road is still damp
but she walks barefoot on the cool pavement
leaving delicate trail that my heart will retrace
in the chilly hours that shes not in my arms
she leans on my shoulder and softly
intoxicates me with her turn of phrase
that will be the song my soul will sing
while she is not near
we walk on under the spreading trees
as they seek to embrace the sky
and walk on among the summer birdsong
as they swing and dash overhead
playing like children in the air
but it is my love playing in the gardens of her heart
that will be my thought dream while she is gone
we sit in the shades of a palm tree
and with one hand she gently caresses
while we speak of things great and small
i would know her mind
and to know what she desires is to know myself
we are reflections of what we love
and with her in my life my heart shines like the sun
she keeps me warm even when shes not here
and she would know my mind
so let me speak plainly to you now
standing here at the edge of the world
surrounded by the living sea
i love you my sweet one
you make my world live
you give my words wings
you give me you
and that is life itself to me
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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