Someday I wish
That my strength could be transferred
That I could cry the tears for another
And lift their burden

For the inability
To change another's mood
Or give them joy
Gives me pain

I see the look
And know there is a story
Sense the world feels like it is crashing
All around them

Oh to be strong enough
To lift them up and let them soar free
I will never get over
This unquenchable desire.

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Juliet
Our love isn't illicit
Or secret

Your parents and mine
Are friends
Is that okay?

I love a good story
With a happy ending

But right now
I just want you in my arms
Our own problems
Less dramatic

You and I
Will not be on a TV screen
Or a magazine
But a photo album
Smiling at each other
Is that okay?

I hope so
Because outside of all this fuss
I just want you
For you

For your smile and your laugh
Your quirks
And inconsistencies.

I am not perfect
But I will be someday
My rough edges sanded off
My blemishes removed

Like an old piece of wood
Washed by the sea
I will be made clean
And more beautiful than I could have imagined

Knowing this sometimes
Makes it harder to
See the marks and still know
They will not be permanent

But I raise my eyes
Set them toward the sun
Rising clear
Bursting forth on a cold winter's day

And as the sparkling snow
Hits my eyes
I feel some of my burdens
Slowly rise.

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I think the thing
That hurts the most
Is a friend lost
That you cannot rescue

You cannot call
And have them hear
Love on
The other line

But still you love
And hold in your heart
An ache
For their well being

And watch and wait
And hope they see
That all is not lost
And they can be free.

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I stand
And fight

Walk away
Count it lost
And not worth the strain

Then turn around

And fight
Again

I often think that half the battle
Is knowing when to fight.

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A mother looks on her sleeping child
Nestled away
Resting peacefully in bed
So sweet and innocent
And she whispers quietly
You are my joy

The old man sits with his wife
At a small booth
Her face and hair weathered
Yet still so beautiful to him
He looks at her and says
You are my joy

The young ******* her wedding day
In white and song
Her fathers eyes
Fill with tears
And he mumbles below his breath
You are my joy.

How amazing the smallest moment of cheer
For it can cover
The dead, the ugly

For each fraction of a second
Adds up
And makes the view more and more majestic
Forever

It is like the winter snow
And not
It does cover in the pure, the white
But will not melt from sight
Nor disappear

It covers the woods
Yet still brings them life
Drifts onto the hills
But makes them all the more welcoming

For these precious flakes of the times of warmth are
Of such slight size
So their strength is in their force
Together.

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