sleeping mellowly
proudly, imprisonment squirms
sleepily, prey squirms


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A crisp, clear autumn day.

Looking up, I see!
A blue sky.
Wow, the autumn sky is so blue and high!

Why is the autumn sky so high that I can see the stars in the day?

Temperatures go low,
Crisp clear autumn air,
No monsoon clouds cry rain anywhere.

Nighttime sky so clear,
Cosmic explosions everywhere.

It's a wonderful time of the year.
Blues, reds, browns, greens seen everywhere.

Looking up, I see,
The high blue autumn sky.

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On this new Monday morning.
This Monday is so boring!
Ordinary days I despise by roaring!
Dull times in my life like today. I cry.
Day after day. Same old same old dreary job and life this day.

Do I have a choice?
An Awesome day I can choose.
Unexpected surprises I can choose to give. The
Thing to give,
Today will be mind-blowing,

To one and all. This surprise will
Turn your day Awesome too!
This unforeseen gift, this
Day is wrapped in an
Awesome smile with, "Have a great day! "

On this ordinary, dull day. Do an unexpected thing today.
Turn this day awesome.

Smile at someone today.


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Autumn blows in like a messy, cloud.
In the rains of autumn,
The air is frosty fresh and tastes of honey.

The tree dies like a rainy sail.
Inside our imagination, the trees cry colorful tears.
Winter leaves begin their journey's end.

A carpet of many colors lying flat,
Breezes blow rainy carpets of leaves,
Sun loves fiery, leaf breezes.

Cool boys play swiftly in piles of yellow, red and brown autumn leaves.

Daylight's candle is growing shorter.
Give up the fight.

Close the windows, close the doors,
It's going to be a cold night.

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At incredible heights.
There is an awesome view.
I step out onto the platform.
I look below and see the earth's curvature.
Along with white small puffy clouds with
Oceans, that look like mirrors.

I take a flying leap!
Into the nothingness.
No sound no wind.
Then suddenly!
Gusts of wind hit me as if from a tornado.
The silence has become a roar!
I continue to fall and see
That the clouds have become large and overshadowing.

I continue falling through the clouds.
Suddenly! I see patches of brown and green squares.
I say, "My fast ride is soon coming to an end."

I pull my ripcord,
My parachute opens.
I float slowly down to the beautiful earth.

I have fallen from incredible heights
to incredible lows.

What a rush! ! !
Can we do that again?

At Incredible Heights.

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Call me love,
My heart is yours forever,
Name your price.

And I will do anything you ask of me!

I'll bring you diamonds and gold.
Be it whatever you wish.
There is not anything I wouldn't do for you love!

The secret revealed.
"Call My name and I'll Be There."

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In my eighty second year of life,
On this wondrous blue planet Earth,
I lie here in my hospital room bed,
Waiting for life to end in dread.
With my minister, family and friends,
Surrounding me with love, on this day of dread.
To see me off on my journey,
To the golden gates above.
As I look around this dreaded room.
I see a familiar face in this scary, sad place!
With an amazing smile,
And a dazzling glow around her face.
This familiar figure and face,
Walks to my bed side space,
She takes my hand,
I get up to stand,
I felt this must be my angel Grace.
Don't worry she softly whispers.
Look to the future, not the past.
We're going on a wondrous journey.
We fly up through the ceiling,
Into a beautiful sunlit blue sky.
Though the clouds, into space, We fly...
On past Mars, Jupiter and Saturn.
We move into the darkness of deep space,
At a faster pace,
Then fly towards a very bright star.
Brighter than anything I've ever seen!
We then pass into this wonderful warm, soothing light.
This must be the doorway to heaven. I exclaim!
Even then, I begin to see glimpses of a.,
Wondrous blue world at the end of this warming light.
We fly toward this wondrous blue and white world.
My angel Grace and I begin to fly down,

Though cloudless blue skies, at a slower pace.

Into a room with many angels dressed in blue and white,
Surrounding a beautiful figure and face lying,
On the bed. With one angel yelling, “Push dear Push!.”
My angel Grace then says, “Your new wondrous adventure of life is about to begin.”
Then my angel Grace releases my hand,
And says, “Always remember to look toward the future and forget
the past.”
My Wondrous Journey never ends...

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It is early Sunday morning
at St. Luke's Hospital. In the maternity ward.,

Where I adored this beautiful face ---
What a wonderful, amazing, astonishing place.,
With such a pretty smile and face.,

Before I could cry out to your pretty face.,
An angel in a blue coat took you from our place.,

I began to cry out:
Where are you taking this pretty face?

I cried, cried and cried.,

Next. The angel in the blue coat. Took me from our place.
Can this angel be taking me back to your pretty face?

But no!

This angel took me to another pretty face.,
Everyone kept calling this pretty face, “Mommy, mommy, mommy...”

For the next twenty-three years.,
While I did my growing and learning.,
Mommy was my only pretty face.,

It is early Sunday morning at,
St. Luke's Presbyterian Church.,
Sitting there, in the church pew.,
I see a pretty face.,
I cry out, “Have I ever met you in another place?”,
The second day we met!



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Sa-rang had always loved Seoul. Her dreams with crowds, around the Han River day and night. It was a place where she felt delighted and safe.
She was a popular, courageous, soju drinker with charming dark eyes and beautiful pink lips. Her friends saw her as a lovely, quiet hero. Once, she even gave a cup of milk to a lost kitten. That's the sort of woman she was.
Sa-rang walked over to the window and reflected on the colorful lights of her surroundings. The moon shined like a spotlight searching for someone.
Then she saw something in the distance. Or rather someone. It was the figure of Ron. He was a daring king from a far off land with blond hair and vast shoulders looking at the water.
Sa-rang gulped. She was not prepared for Ron.
As Sa-rang stepped outside, and Ron came closer, she could see the substantial glint in his blue eyes.
Ron gazed with the affection of 10,000 kittens. He said, in quiet tones, "I love you, and I want love."
Sa-rang looked back, even more surprised and still looking at the enchanted book. "Ron, please stay until the day I die," she replied.
They looked at each other with pleasant smiles. Feelings of love, like two teens, dancing at a very friendly K-POP Concert, which had piano music playing in the background and two admirable young women dancing to the beat.
Sa-rang regarded Ron's blond hair and vast shoulders. "I feel the same way!" revealed Sa-rang with a delighted grin.
Ron looked nervous, his emotions blushing like a red rose he wished he had.
Then Ron came inside for a nice drink of soju.

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I am nobody, a poor man she sees every day.

Because these words were never easier for me to say.

On a warm June day in 2012.

Now you're here, and you don't know why!
In my dreams...
Please stay!

Every second of every day.
That you'll always get your way.

I was born so far away under the wrong sky in the wrong time.
Soon we two are standing still in time

In my dreams every night.
And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight...

A party every day.
But you can bet ... you got something to say!

Every second of every day.
That you'll always get your way.

I was born so far away, under the wrong sky in the wrong time.
Soon we two are standing still in time...

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Beyond this moment, winter approaches.
Dawn is leaving us.
These cold days singing trees dance, listening to wind blow a flute!
Leaves begin to fall and sleep,

Birds wave bye,
Clouds cover the sky.

Everything seems just cold as can be.
I grab a cup of tea.
People are disgusted with the cold.
I wish they would stop with the kicking and screaming!

What I really want.
Is, to go to sleep.

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The bushes sail like small colors.

Small, small princesses calmly lead a clear blue path.

All fields pull colorful wings.

Clouds rise,

I see butterflies!

The adorned mountain winds swiftly flights the field of wings.

Butterflies move like a lively sail.

Life, life, and endurance!

So lovely!

Floating quietly, like a winged angel.

The amazing wings swiftly fly to the blue bush!

Never fight a moon!

Wings travel so far...

Life is to short!

Time for never ending sleep.

Bye Bye Butterflies!

Poet Ron


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I have waited for you love two thousand years. I
Vow to continue to seek,
To the end of time for you love. I will
Live everyday for the both of us and continue to look,
For the heart and soul of the love, I see in my dreams.
You must be in the world of today love!

Please be here in the same time and place love!
Wait for me love.
For I will continue to search for you as you search for
Me in the world of today.

In this world of today. I wish that,
The fates will allow us to find love. If fate says no.Than in the
Next thousand years of
Life if so.


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In this vision though time,
My journey to the past begins,
Beneath the surface of ourselves, my soul rises.

Inside the dream my spirit whispers longing for the past,
In the dream though time the waves cry,
Amongst the shadows of desire.

Sailing on a clipper ship,
Fishing on my trip,
In the midday heat of a tropical sun.

The daily death and birth of the tropical sun.

The sleepy afternoon sun sinks into the Western waves,
The skies on fire with a setting sun,
Blackness of night has come.

Candlelight casts shadows over an ocean of mystery.

Seeing a glow in the sky before sunrise,
A yellow sun skimmed the blue horizon,
The strong morning sun shines on my face.

Sharks endure!
Gulls wave!
Winds blow!

Where is the old reef?
Courage is a warm shore!

Why does the captain wave?
Oh! Island girls wave!

In this dream though time.


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World War II, cold like misty days slaves.

The misty days whale swiftly commands the Korean shrimp.
Why does the whale steal our childhood?

All clouds hide stormy days,
Dark times, Japanese military prostitution.
Never hide a girl.
Lord, this is my destiny!
All my dead days, days without love.

Japanese military prostitution;
Disgust, desolation, and courage!
Endurance is the dark days of comfort women.
The small evil men calmly tortures my soul.
Forty times a day.

Why does the girl endure?

All girls fight cold men, old men and ***.
Wow, hate!
Rough days, stormy days smelly men swiftly torture my rainy days, dark days. Why?

Scared roughly like days without love only prostitution!

Die quietly old men.
Comfort women have faith!

Girls grow!

Why is the Japan as cold as a bronze statue crying in the rain?

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If I should Disappear,
Look far to the East.
You will see my spirit,
From a wondrous place.

A house full of glowing lights.
A place of delicious food.
The place where the young party!

All I see are green bottles of Soju.

Reality is a staircase leading nowhere.
Life, full of problems, is hard!
I work every day.
Korea is so far away!
My soul on fire and everlasting pain!
Korea someday!
Even if my ashes on a jet plane.

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Life is full of empty holes.

Emptiness, A hole, has opened to be filled.

Looking down.
I see honor, sorrow, loss and separation.

My loss brings tears,
So much pain!

Emptiness, a chance for a new beginning.
Can this be a good thing?
Holes to be filled with new dreams and other things.

Emptiness, holes flood with passion,
New friends, new dreams, new love,
Open heart and open mind.

Life is full of empty holes,
That need to be filled.

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The Juju-do endures like a dreamy beer,
Never hate a Jespi,
Seas endure like big beaches Loveland,
Love is a cool breeze.

Never pull a haenyo divers  fishing net,
The small girls roughly commands the sea,
The haenyo divers  Mermaids endures like a warm ship,
Desolation, life, and endurance!

Clouds wave!
Why does the highest mountain hide?
Where are the lively grandfather stones?

Adventure, faith, and love,
Unreal, sunny and chocolate candy too.

All mainlands fight rough, misty winds,
Dreamy shore roughly loves the sun.

Adventure, courage, and life!

Jeju Pony 'Hidden Treasure.”

Sails fall like lively Olle walking trails.
Travel roughly like an island reef,
The sunny ship calmly views the trails.
Sunrise from a volcanic crater.

Sunny fields of barley.

The sun waves goodnight, like a sunny gull,
Sun falls!

Courage, dreams and faith,
Oh! The wonders I have seen!
Jeju-do

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Morning

red dawn morning cold  = 5
hot coffee oatmeal breakfast = 7
go to work lazy  = 5

Noon

sandwich time for lunch = 5
who took my turkey and ham = 7
lunch table big crowd = 5
    
Night

what is for supper = 5
oh no not more hot oatmeal = 7
watch the evening news. = 5

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I miss you, my beautiful friend.
I can't understand these feelings.
They seem so strange to me.

But still!

I miss you, and feel very lonely without you.
It's so hard for me to go.
This hurts so much!

Because, I miss all that we do.

Somebody I want to be with; a beautiful, kind,
Patient, and smiling you.

I do understand why this can never happen.

But still!

Is this so impossible to do?

What is this called, that I feel for you?

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Beautiful as faith!
Beautiful as hope!
Beautiful as your parents helping God bring an angel into this world.

Beautiful as brother and sister playing.
Beautiful as hearing children laughing.

Beautiful as warm sunshine though a window,
On a cold winter's day.

Beautiful as a garden of colorful roses.
Beautiful as a rainbow.

Beautiful as cotton clouds floating in a blue sky.
Beautiful when you look up to heaven with a bright smile.
Beautiful as happiness.

Beautiful when you play piano song.
Your piano song is so beautiful it makes me cry.

You are beautiful as...


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When it is springtime, I open my windows wide.
The smells of flowers and cut grass are such a delight,
When, they come inside.

What does Spring smell like?

It smells like;
forsythia bushes,
daffodils, crocus, tulips,
cherry blossoms and cut dandelions.

What does Spring smell like?

Spring smells like;
The wonderful smells of;
laundry drying on the clothes lines,
rain,
fresh breezes,
and dirt.

All the smells of springtime,
are all so excellent, fresh, new and
such a delight!

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Where dark and devastated loners,
Eat black painted noodles.

Sorry sad singles,
Lonely people!

Who dream of dark things, nightshade and purple;

Dressed in black,
Black nail polish,
Black accessories, black shoes.

Marking the time, but no looking back;

Drowning sorrows,
With little green bottles,
Never love a tear.
Kiss seldom, like a cold rainy holiday,

The small girl nowhere views the black dressed drunk in the mirror.

Missing love on this blackest of days...  


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Hope!

In the far off land of Dae-han-min-guk, on a brand new day.

An angel's fingers dance and prance on the ivories.,
So confident the way she plays.

Like magic! Sending the gift of music to me flying though time and space.,

The music flowed out of the piano like birds singing good morning new day,

Amazingly!

Thousands of piano notes,
Filled with elegance and charm travel to my ears.,

This angel sent to me a gift of hope today.,

I have never heard or seen such a wondrous thing,
I must be traveling through a beautiful dream...


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She wore a red cap,
Thinkin 'bout her again,
That's just another ****** trap!

Like a fool, I let the ghost walk through me everyday,

The ghost steals my food,
The ghost steals my bed,
The ghost is trapped in my head!

This ghost plays with my heart likes it's a toy,
She drops the red cap on the floor,
She vanishes out my door!

Remember the ghost,
She haunts me day and night!


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You are my first one.
Are you ready for some fun?
The beating of our hearts is as one.

Only you are in my life,
One day I hope you will be my wife,
For always and forever.
Me and you in love.

I wish there were words beyond the words of love. I could
Give to you. “I cherish you and every moment I'm with you."
You are the only one in this world for me.
My eyes "Adore" you. My
Heart idolizes your soul. I

Keep trying to think of words that mean “Love greater than love.”
It always comes back to your strength, patience, intelligence.
Safe to say, “You define the words “Love greater than love.”



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I had to put my feelings into soulful words.

I really feel our connection is tightening.
You are my eternal sunshine.
You are the miracle on the Han River!
Especially for you I created this rhyme.

I would rather have you than a trillion billion won.
You are like a white tiger amidst ordinary cats.
You are cherry blossoms in the spring sun.
I am not sure you will like my poem.
But know. That I am completely overblown.

Seoul Korea, you mean so much to me.
I have been so far away.
In this lifetime, I am afraid I will never understand.
I never knew this could be.
“Loving a place, I have never been!”
I anxiously await our time ahead.
For now, I keep dreaming of you instead.

I hope we make it; I hope it will be fast.
Loneliness quickly really lies in the past!
This poem has come to an end.
See you soon, my dearest friend.
Hopefully before this life ends...

My Seoul, “The Miracle on the Han River!”



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"The Universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes"very rarely impossible things just happen, and we call them miracles. And that's the theory. 900 years, never seen one yet. But this would do me." - Doctor Who Tv Series

“Dance outside on a moonlit summer night with the love of my life in my arms.”
And hear the crunching of the leaves
Under our bare feet.

But be careful jumping hurdles!
Still the crickets sing in the moon light.
He'd a diamond fist for an arm.

I really just hoped no one would see.
Dancing under the palm tree.

When by shapes my words are known, I try.
So please don't cry.

This is the happiest day of my life.

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I haven't been able to remember a dream about Korea in a while. However, this one came back with a vengeance.

Walking along the streets in Seoul Korea.
Not sure where. Maybe Itaewon because of all the young women I saw shopping and wearing black hip-hop caps.
If this wasn't odd enough. They were all wearing the exact same clothes.
As it turns out. I had woken up sitting on the sidewalk and stood up. I looked around and saw shops. All of the woman walking past me were wearing hanbok (traditional Korean clothes) with a white blouse and pink skirt with pink and white roses in the middle of the blouse. They all had black caps that did not let me see their faces. The caps all had the word  'Boys' printed on them. As the woman walked past me, they would point their finger at me and laugh and say something that I did not understand.
I looked down to see If I was dressed or not. I was dressed in a suit and tie. I guess I thought I was naked.

The next thing I know. I'm being dragged inside a shop by two elderly women. One who looked like my mother and the other looked like my grandmother. Both are no longer with us.  Yelling at me in the Korean language and pointing to a table with a hanbok outfit on it. There was an ocean blue shirt, purple pants, and slippers with a black robe.
They keep yelling at me and then start trying to undress me. The next thing I know. I'm wearing the hanbok outfit.

The two woman then show me to the door bowing, crying and saying
Congratulations on your marriage.

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She will never break my heart again!
Yes indeed I'm alone again!

She was no good for me. All she did is look past me.

In the cellar of fantasy my heart waits.
My heart breaks.
Broken heart locked away in a suitcase.

Rainy and cold
Lonely is the room,
The bed is made,
The open window lets in the rain.

You don't care about anything.
Well, I feel too old to hold on.

Beyond this moment of time, your past lovers hurt!

In the cellar of fantasy my heart waits.
I know some people search the world,
Traveling to distant places in space and time.

Trapped away in this fantasy.
I see an awesome soul each time I look in your eyes.
Eyes locked shut.  

You stole the key.

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I am always asked,

“How can I love and write about a place that I have never been to,
Korea?”

Crazy, I know!

I like the romantic answer.
I lived and suffered in this place called Korea in a past life.
Or I will be born Korean in a hundred years.

In any case. This place called Korea,
Will always be in my dreams...

“Have you ever been lucky enough to figure out where your dreams come from? I have. I've written many poems about a place that I have only been to in my dreams.  This beautiful place is called Korea.”
- Ronald J Chapman

“I'm in love with cities I've never been to and people I've never met.”
- John Green, “Paper Towns”

“Is it possible to miss a place you've never been? To mourn a time you never lived?”
- Jack Harper, “Oblivion”


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Manes sneaks!

Where is the king?

King stalks!

Sneaks quietly like a slow breeze.

The wind dies with a big roar.

Love is a strong cat.

The lion endures like a hot jungle.

Strong,  giant quietly fights a rifle's bullet.

Wow, courage!

Roars die!

King falls like a brave soldier...


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A pure heart,
A soul of an angel,

A very special young lady in many ways.

Your star shines with;

beauty,
loyalty,
truth,

sensitivity,
kindness,
justice,

­charity,
innocence,
love for others,

An angel indeed!

Your star light warms
My heart and soul every day.
Making me feel warm and peaceful.  

You are proof!
That goodness does truly
Exist in this dark world.

Thank you for being my friend...

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Oh! Angel of mine,
What do you do all day?
How, the girl had smitten me.

I must now eat my meals out of a can.
Hide if you can.
Two sad eyes across the room.

Grapes in the summertime make me sleepy.
Why does my heart break with such confusion?
No one can understand me.

Oh! angel of mine,
What you do to me all the time,
Take a sip of grapes,

Look at the stars, and feel a shiver up my spine...


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Time passes as night blooms.
Her lips awoke the soul of the sleeping city,

She grabbed the microphone,
As the stars screamed.

How this girl's voice has smitten me.

There are hundreds of places she could be.
But she is here with me.

In a past life, I banged on empty garbage cans.
While whistling alone in my room.

This night!
My heart is beating like a drum for you...


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Knowledge, awe and pleasure.
O, calm!

The LIGHT grows like a Glorious calling.
Wow, brilliance!

Love, knowledge and peace.

Hallelujah!

Hope is awesome angels dancing on cloud tops.

Charity is an awesome LIGHT.

When music is made,
Triumphs grow every day,
Like Godly conquests, when piano played.

Love is a Holy calling.

Pearly gates listening!

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The ivories' sleeping is like a lonely black piano.

Beautiful, small girl quietly fight a dusty, misty bench.
Hello, old friend.  Did you miss me?

Ah, life!

Running loudly like an old hammer.
Banging ******* the ivories.

God, action!

Piano keys are only black and white,
But sound like blue birds singing ,
On a bright morning's day.

Oh! No!

Where are the noisy keys?
Never love a broken string.

Exhaustion, noise, and love.
Never fight a hammer.

Lord, anger!
Piano, why are you angry with me?


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Don't listen to prejudice,
Make your own path,
A person's life doesn't belong to others,
Hasty decisions destroys friendships.
Movement forward is most important.

Be thankful for your life and good friends,
Like ocean waves and beaches,
A day full of parties and fun. A
Mountain is meant to climb.
Move forward and
Silently. Do not listen to prejudice,
And also listen to your heart,
Cautiously, Always look to the future...

...

The secret revealed.

”Don't make a hasty movement. Be like a mountain. Move silently and cautiously.”
-Admiral Yi Sun-sin


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Marriage is a Holy covenant,
Not a piece of paper handed to you by the state.

Ah, life!

Warm, beautiful commitments,
With God and each other.

Love, love, and faith!

Ooh, never ending!
Courage, endurance, and faith.
Endurance is a new discovery, every day.

Not always happy happy happy.

Where are the lively children?
Let us have 11 children, ha! ha!

Adventure, never ending.

Cry!

Making up is so much fun, like a rough family.

Pledges fly high!

Tears laugh like beautiful children grown.

Faith, forever, not even in death will we part.

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Hello, 'Dark Eyes'

Dark and bright I see in your eyes.

Deep, dark magical eyes...
Like priceless Tahitian pearls...

Dazzling, fascinating,
Magical, delightful...  

Deep, dark amazing eyes...

Behind these charming eyes...
I see a beautiful bright soul,
So very bright. These dark eyes warm my heart.

Sparkling with Intelligence, kindness...
Love, truth, talent, hope, faith...

I see shining out of these dark and bright eyes.

Dark and bright I see in your eyes...

Hello, 'Bright Eyes'


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I walk a lonely road this day.
It's all in what I see;

Green trees,
Blue Sky,
Cotton ball clouds.

No one else I see.

A strawberry butterfly sees me.  
Can I have a ride on your shoulder,
Please?

For the longest time, She kept me company.

Without a word she flew away...

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Faith, adventure, and life.
Love falls like a shower of wings

Why does the Angel fall?

Faith, life, and endurance.
Holy is a sunny cloud.
Holy is a rainy spirit,
Holy is feathered wings.

Guardians endure like strong winds.

O, courage!

Flying calmly like a lively wave.
I see a misty messenger.
The misty messenger,
Softly touches my face.

Courage is accepting a loving touch.

Wow, hero!

Rise swiftly like a clear sun.

I'm here to bring you home with love...

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Dark skies,
Gray clouds look like smoke rising,

So much rain,

I'm bored.

I want to curl up in my chair,
Under a blanket,
With an excellent old book.

Wait!

Where did I put that umbrella?

I'm going dancing in the rain...

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I love grandma's garden.

It's an oasis filled with love.

Grandma's garden is a pleasant place;

A quiet place,
A place where I can dream,
The place where I am loved,
A place where I can be myself,
A place where I feel safe.

Stars of many colors in the sky of green.
Reds, blues, whites, purples, yellows, pinks, and greens
Are seen…

Each flower is blooming with a promise of a smile,
Grandma's garden is such a happy place,
It puts a smile on my face.

I love grandma's garden...

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