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I'll write your name with rose petals
And lie them on the bed
Put lilacs on your pillow case
Where you lay your lovely head

Your beauty renders me speechless
My words have run away
You steal my breath, with just one glance
I don't know what to say

Your smile can blind the morning sun
As you cause the flowers to faint
You could make da Vinci more famous
But you're much too perfect to paint

The poets of old lay down their quills
For all of their muses stare
For none can find the words to write
Of a vision, they find so fair

Even the diamond as it touches your skin
Sheds tears in utter disgrace
For no one can see its perfect shine
Compared to your beautiful face

Even the words that I've written here
Are scared of making mistakes
For they've asked me to read it a million times
Or ever how many it takes
 Dec 2012 Rikky S Anderson
Samuel
I'll make it real
         someday
 Dec 2012 Rikky S Anderson
Danika
I miss you from my toes
painted bright red
red that reminds me of you
since you always looked better than I did in red

I miss you from my knees
the ones we'd compare
and all the bumps and bruises
from playing each other in basketball

I miss you from my waist
the waist you insisted was smaller than yours
at least you had hips
and attracted all the boys

I miss you from my stomach
and the bellybuttons we promised we'd pierce
together once we left home

I miss you from my shoulders
and feeling your arms rest on them as we'd hug
the weight on my shoulders more than that
as I miss you too much

I miss you from my head
and all the memories
As everything I look at
reminds me more of you

I miss you from everything
and just want you here
Sometimes a soul mate isn't a lover or spouse, but a best friend. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder, but honestly, it really *****.
You tore my heart out
swearing
it's for the best

you took your teardrops
and bathed
my open wounded chest

you then told me baby
it's time
you got some rest

you placed your love
within me
beneath my aching breast

and healed the scars
of others
where your fingers pressed

now I give  freely
what was
stolen by the rest

Hold it safe
treat it gentle
like a welcome guest

it beats now in music
in poetry
and in jest

for life gave me lemons
but you
gave me zest

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