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Heaven holds no paradise
that I've not found in your embrace.
No golden hue, divine device-
Heaven holds no paradise,
to beckon me look even twice.
No glory there to match your face.
Heaven holds no paradise
that I've not found in your embrace.
You tell me that you love me so,
and that you always will-
a love like that is hard to find,
and harder to fulfill.
You love me while I'm full of life
I truly hope you stay,
but are you gonna love me when
the luster falls away?

I'll never be this young again,
now, please, don't think me bold-
but are you sure your love will stand
when I am gray and old?
The spring will be gone from my step,
my strength will also fade.
Will I turn round to see you gone,
or be glad that you stayed?

The stars themselves fade out in time,
their shine will dim and die,
and it won't take that kind of time
to wither you and I;
but if you love me as you say,
then time will see us kept,
until beneath her currents cold
the river sees us swept.

So, when the luster falls away,
and all that's left is old,
will you still be the one I have,
the one I get to hold?
If your dear heart is true enough
to an old soul like me,
then that sweet love will be enough
for my eternity.
When love turns from golden to silver
Don't we two hearts oft seem to tread
on common sands?  A common thread
appears to bind with no great dread,
with not a word, between us, said.

The rhythm of your ebb, my flow,
as fate takes us where we might go,
so coincide, suspicions grow-
is there some plot we can't yet know?

Your face I see, in maddened crowd,
with silence that echoes aloud.
If coincidence, I'm wowed-
if cosmic hand, it should be proud.

As subtle as sand on the wake,
who knows where next our waves will break?
Adrift on currents we both take-
The Cosmos makes no such mistake.
A Rondeau, one of my earlier attempts at the style.
Kiss me goodbye
don't say a word
you've said enough
it's all been heard
I'm letting go
so don't hang on
The time has come
and I am gone.

Perhaps I failed,
I've been known to.
It could be me,
it could be you.
I place no blame,
no guilt I feel.
No fairy tale-
this ending's real.

Kiss me goodbye,
I'm on my way.
You'll live to love
another day.
I'll carry on
in my own form,
my conscience clear
to keep me warm.

So close your eyes,
and purse your lips,
come here and grab
me by the hips,
and kiss me, like
you used to do-
when you loved me
and I loved you.

Kiss me goodbye,
without a sound,
tomorrow I
won't be around.
And all that I
am gonna miss
will pale beside
that one last kiss.
If I haven't told you
If I forgot to say
Let me clear the air now,
Before time slips away

In case you missed it, baby
If the message failed to send
I'll try to make it clear now
Try to help you comprehend

If you wonder where my heart lies
You can lay that doubt to rest.
Nothing else in this whole world
Puts this thunder in my chest.

So in case I failed to mention,
To be certain that you've heard
You should know how much I love you
Without a single spoken word.
Some things go without saying.
Still, some things should always be said.
I fell in love with candlelight-
in my darkness, she shone so bright.
She danced the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.

But wax and wick both burn away,
and candlelight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that fickle flame will go astray.

But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for candlelight, its fleeting form.

I fell in love with candlelight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight,
and faded out at end of night.
Acuriousnature Apr 2016
(C)ause
(R)eality
(U)nderstands,
(S)tolen
(H)earts

(S)ometimes
(O)verdo
(D)evoted
(A)dorations
How bubbly I feel whenever you're around me <3
Menelik Mar 2016
We've grown and we're growing.

Don't know where we're going.

My feelings are showing.

I'm flying. I'm floating.



The ocean is cold,

And i'm not losing hope.

I'm anchored to you,

Ain't no rocking this boat.



You see it approaching.

I'm watching you notice.

We both saw this coming.

Binocular focus.



Through hot and through cold.

Polar or solar.

Girl I see your beauty.

And I'm the beholder.

<3
This was a real text message that I sent to someone special.
Joyce Jan 2016
Sometimes
I sing.
Sometimes
I think.
Sometimes
I feel *****.
Sometimes
I feel flirty.
In the shower
I feel the
power.
I can do
anything.
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