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RDR Mar 2015
Washed by the wave of uncertainty
Are lost words of love written in the sands of time
I hoped to have the words to say
To get back to where we were one day
But thorns for lips seem to hold me back.

The whispering words of patience come sweeping by
Moon lit low tide extends with relief
Soon overcome with belief
With glimmers of hope from the past
So Perhaps the words of love in the sand will last

Again and again words are washed by a wave
Yet with some luck there can be to save
So lay in the sand there is a chance
That with some hope there is still romance.
RDR Mar 2015
I never thought I’d have trouble
Finding the words to say
Yet, here I am and try as a I may
I’m still having a hard time feeling this way
So each day I write to convey
That I hope you will decide to stay

Through the shroud of rain
That hopefully hid the pain
I hid my heart that I felt was slain
So I kept a guarded heart for so long
And if I could I would sing a song

But I can’t so now I write
And for the first time I think I’ll fight
Because this just feels right
RDR Mar 2015
Is lasting love merely an ambiguous disguise?
Is a goodnight kiss a shroud of hope?
Does the unknowing ever really want to confront the truth?
RDR Mar 2015
The beauty of her when she leaves is of such elegance that one is locked into a sense of aww. She has left with such vibrancy, and with one look back: one last brief smile, she steps off beyond the horizon. Yet, even when she is gone and the dark of the night has set in there is still the sunrise to look forward to. For the morning rise of her quietly colorful kiss is the greatest of feelings, and could warm even the coldest of chills. There is no doubt that the sun rises and sets each day, so she will be there always. Even though there may be fog to fight through or a storm to weather she still rises proud and as elegant as ever. So once again we are basking in the beauty of togetherness.
RDR Mar 2015
The safety felt wrapped in arms
Arms, entwined as a ripe wild grape vine around the body of a strong oak
Lying in the sheets of a cool summer breeze
Body kissed tan by the sun
And cheek bones like a marsh rose
The most perfect July sunset could not do this beauty justice.
With hair that flows like a brisk autumn breeze through bronze autumn leaves
Sugar maple red lips sweeter then thanksgiving pie
Feelings strong like the tallest tree
Feelings stronger when with thee.
Fingers tracing thy beautiful body like ice skates that figure eight
around and around
A smile that could brighten even the darkest days of winter
And twinkling eyes like stars in a clear December sky.
Bright fresh feelings of spring sprout with every meeting
wildflower fields could not compete with such elegance
An Apple blossom beauty, with water Lilly grace.
Her beauty is like four seasons.
RDR Feb 2015
Here I wait as students pass
A pencil lay just out side of class
They Rush fast as a hungry bass
This pencil once dropped and
Long forgotten.
But when the kids see it they come a trotten.  
Once lost this Simple # two
Yet found oh what it can do!
RDR Feb 2015
10W

When with you I feel
as though you help me
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