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 Apr 2016 Silvana Franco
Eudora
If a person would starve,
just so he could eat...
How could you think...
she would want him to suffer?

If a person would walk miles with him,
just to be sure he is safe...
How could you think...
she would want to harm him?

If a person would make sacrifices,
to ease his burden...
How could you think...
she would add to his worries?

If a person would silently cry all night,
feeling his sorrows and troubles...
How could you think...
she would hurt him? *

If a person has promised and have always,
kept his secrets safe with her...
How could you think...
she would intentionally betray his trust?

If a person could do anything,
just to make him smile, to see him happy...
How could you think...
she would deceive him?

If a person have done all the things that she could,
to prove that he means the world to her...
How could you think...
she would deliberately disappoint him?

If a person cannot imagine,
him not by her side as who he has always been...
How could you think...
she wouldn't care to lose him?

If a person have always treasured,
all that he have shared with her...
How could you think...
she would dare to make him feel this way?

If a person is only a person,
Only a human who made a stupid mistake...
How could you think...
she did not fall on her knees...
beating herself for the crime she had not committed?

If a person have always put him,
before herself...
How could you think
her heart is not breaking just as much?
She would take away his pain, but never would she want to cause him pain.
Avail my mind to find the key to your heart;
Sojurn my soul to lift you to higher levels.

I seek to discover the richness of your love.

Let my ardor for you find peace in your heart.
Oh, that you would want me with fondness!
Voluptuous is your beauty; veracious my love;
Enriching our lives, our hands interlock.

Yet you do not see this the same as I!
Offering my heart to you, you recoil;
Undone is my spirit, mangled and mutilated.
Apple Brandy warmth over my face
The telltale expression of love , kithless -
murmurations of a lonely dove
Lunar lamplight reflections tour -
the Heavens on this night from an Allatoona cove ..
Copyright April 14 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Thank you all so very much, for speaking life into my poetry.
Thank you for caring so much for other people as well here.
Thank you for writing beautiful poems here on hellopoetry.
Especially the ones about your inner pains, my Friend thank.
For both kind of poems , God can use to heal others here.
For the ones that are honestly written from your experience.
Cam be use to show others that they are not alone here.
Thus revealing Hope to those that at the moment feel no Hope.
But there is truly Hope, he died for our sins two thousand years ago.
Why is it that you always look so
colorful?

When you laugh so much
that your face flushes red,
when your pink shirt reflects in your cheeks,
or when you stand in the sun,
bathed by the orange-yellow, white,
light beaming off your brow in specks,
when you surround yourself in leaves
of greens, dark and not,
and when you lean in close
to your computer screen,
and the purple-blues bounce off your nose.
Ahahahaha I'm weak
 Apr 2016 Silvana Franco
Lunar
When we were young,
Boys and girls don't always play.
Until we're a little older,
It's a game of love's chase.

Typical of dawn and dusk,
They never happen at the same interval.
Unless you look at it from God's perspective,
Where the time is only one in peripheral.

Even if we rarely see each other,
Like the sun and moon,
After a thousand of falling stars,
We'll cross paths soon.
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From children to adults,
From morning to night.
I'll be your lunar love,
And you'll be my moonlight.
If I'd send a rocket to the moon, it will be in the form of a letter.
Maybe we've yet to grow older
and play the game of love's chase.
We've yet to be in the same timezone.
We've yet to cross paths.
Not now, not soon,
But we will, wjh.
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