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It makes me smile, just to think,
   How others see our love;
They see how happy you make me,
   Blessed from the Lord above!

I'd like to think we give them hope,
   In times that they are blue;
Seeing the love two people can have-
   Will help them make it through.

They can see the joy you bring me,
   Or just your caring smile;
To know you don't have to be alone,
  To make this life worth while.

So take your time to find that one,
  That one that makes you strong;
The one to hold and laugh with,
   That can never do you wrong!

Together you can battle through
   Absolutely anything;
As long as you work together,
  To make the perfect team!
There are so many things,
   That make me feel so blessed;
That more than sets our love apart,
  Far above all the rest:

Each morning I get to wake,
   And see your handsome face;
To kiss your soft and tender lips,
   To feel your warm embrace.

Every night I get to think of you,
   Of all our hopes and dreams;
To imagine what our life will hold,
   And be the perfect team.

Just to hear you speak to me,
   About so many things;
To think about our future life,
   And all the joy it brings.

So don't ever think you're all alone,
   It will never be "just you";
It's you and me, forever more,
   A life of love so true!
 Jul 2017 Poetroyalee
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
To her
They were just boys
Coming and going
Like tides taking effortlessly from the shore

But to them
She was the moon disturbing all their movements,
Controlling their feelings with her mysterious big eyes
And they were all helpless to her pull
 Jul 2017 Poetroyalee
Cné
mσσnlíght ín thє mєαdσw
cαѕtѕ thє ѕhαdσw σf thє trєєѕ
í cαtch α glimpse of ѕílvєr
αѕ thє вrαnchєѕ cαtch thє вrєєzє
thєrє'ѕ juѕt α ѕσund σf ruѕtlíng lєαvєѕ
ín ѕσlítudє í ѕtrσll
thє wσσdѕ αrє mínє thíѕ єvєníng
αѕ í plαч thє wσmαn'ѕ rσlє
pαuѕíng вч thє rívєrвαnk
thє ѕчmphσnч вєgínѕ
thє ruѕhíng wαtєr'ѕ cσuntєrpσínt
tσ lívє σαk'ѕ crєαkíng límвѕ
thє gєntlє wínd, thє tєmpσ mαkєѕ
αnd í вєgín tσ hєαr
thє rhчthm σf thє pulѕє σf lífє
αn єαrth ѕσng ín mч єαr
hσw ѕwєєt thє єvєníng ѕєєm tσ mє
αríαѕ fíll thє níght
αnd thєn thєч mαkє α chσruѕ
αѕ thє mσσn rєѕumєѕ hєr flíght
hσmєwαrd вσund, í pαuѕє αnd líѕtєn
α mєlσdч ѕσ ѕwєєt
rєgrєtfullч, thє ѕpєll íѕ gσnє
nσw, juѕt thє trαffíc'ѕ вєαt
Happy Earth Day!
 Jul 2017 Poetroyalee
Cné
What is the sky
but a canvas for clouds?
What is a city
but a canvas for crowds?
What is the meadow
so verdant and green
but a canvas for sheep
a pastoral scene?
What is the ocean
with reflections so blue,
than a canvas for sails
as they drift into view?
I think I shall paint...
 Jul 2017 Poetroyalee
El
Minds
 Jul 2017 Poetroyalee
El
You write so beautifully**
                *Your mind must be a twisted place
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