Flow through my dry hair,
Enrich me with your strength,
Kiss me on my cheek softly,
And let me grow into a grove over you.

My failings are justified
Ghosting your presence
Love me once meant life
Kindred lips part ways
Varied volume waves your force
Happiness used to be your metaphor for me
Climbing down now
Grounded grinding and generous

whilst many are
waxing lyrical
about the moon
and the stars
i'm hugging trees
i'm rolling on leaves
if you want to know
how much i love you
look at a tree
how it still gives
even when being
cut down

She enters the room
and her ambient light fills
the darkened corners.
Where once there was sadness and doubt,
her loving favor cheers all our mourners.  
Where the world, each day, hurls cruel
barbs at our hearts,
she brings exuberant joy, levity
and the seeds of a new start!
Her warm, voluptuous beauty and
style inspires all who see her.
She generously shares
her sparkling smile and
luminous eyes,
revealing a soul that is pure.
In these troubled times,
her overflowing enthusiasm is infectious!
We need her expression of love, friendship and cheer
to show us a new direction.
Thank you, darling, for your spirit and light.
You have given me a new strength to fight!

I wanted to give a world
But I have only one.
He said the same
So did one that was nearby!
I felt content to give away
Everyone has a world.

My he(a)rt
(m)elts
at the
s(i)ght
of su(c)h (a)
(b)eautifu(l)
lif(e)

Blessed is she who surrenders last coin
Giving from lack rather than plenty

Blessed is he who takes inspiration
Single gift multiplied into many

Blessed are those who pass these along
Money dispersed round the earth

Blessed are those who give correct change
Insist you just pay what it's worth

So now blessed am I as I walk along
Her last coin nestled in hand

And when she looks at me with pleading eyes
I withhold, cause here begging is banned

How is it
      that I always
seem to end up
      drowning
in a pool
      of my own tears
when all I do
      is give
with tender hands.

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