Poor lad lay there blight weak worse
Rough rag spreads on hope or curse
Kind hearts frail to fill his gut
Gold and cents ring from rich purse.

learn to forgive
not because they deserve chances
it's because you deserve peace
a peace of mind

Yellow and lime
Distinct in rhyme
Have raised their heads before their time
Wordsworth's words sought in kind

Intent rearranged as the gaze has changed with age
Do Daffodils cheer me up?
Not so vast in a public park

For experience raises expectations
or am I the holder of a colder heart
further inline set to depart

A voice stored inside reminds
with a twinkle in his eye that
'Variety is the spice of life'

You are reliable and kind,
The words you say are always true,
And everybody wants to find
Such a devoted friend like you.

Because when somebody’s in need,
You always try to help this one.
And all your actions are indeed
Worth praises for they are well-done.

Your smile is so sincere and warm,
Of sunny days it does remind.
And in your eyes there is no storm,
They mirror joy and peace of mind.

To you so skillful hands belong,
They add nice touches to our world.
Toward adventures with a song
You always keep your sail unfurled.

So every day be on your best,
Rejoice in everything you do.
Let all your days on earth be blessed
And always all your dreams come true.

I didn't use to believe in luck,
I even thought myself perpetually
unlucky
but now I see
that the universe has done me a
kindness by having us meet
I only hope that
their generosity would continue
to help me in my endeavor.

And if it doesn't,
then I will scour the ground
for every four-leaf clover
I will race to the bottom of every rainbow
for its *** of gold.
I will do everything I can
to stay lucky
so I might be able to keep you.

I worry that, without my luck,
I will not deserve you
or that the universe is using you
as a way to prove to me
I am not worthy
of all that I seek.

A shade of blue
Can plague the mind
A shade of green
Can turn the kind
A shade of red
Can break the stable
And yet...
A shade of yellow
Won't break the many
So many hues
And yet we don't see them all.

Comes his waking breath
against my pinched face
in the early morning hour
of our lofty, soft embrace.
He pulls the sheets like the tide
of a sad twinkling moon,
making sure to hold me warm,
so that I won't leave so soon.