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shattered bottles
glistening
on moon drenched streets

even as a broken pair
we're prettier than
most things well
I am the child that spins and dances,
I leap and swing my arms.
I stare at the world in pure amazement
And am always in wonder of its beauty.
I am filled with innocence,
As my smile touches your heart,
As my hand holds yours,
Because I Am.

I am the lover that calls after you.
I wring my hands when they aren’t embracing you,
Because of my desire to be close to you
And for you to understand my love.
I am passionate for you
And I cry out when you can’t see
That nothing you do can change that
Because I Am.

I am the warrior that fights for you.
I fight for love and for justice.
I will war anything that comes against
Or in between me and my beloved.
I rush head-on into the battle,
Willing to give my life for yours.
I gave my life for yours
Because I Am.
I only ever wanted to be the better half of you
Until I realized it was never my place to complete you
We come along to compliment, not complete.
 Jun 2015 Tom Lengel
Chris


Cinnamon wishes
and good morning kisses
the coffee is put on to brew

Sunlight is shining
a new day designing
the lawn glistens covered in dew

Songbirds are singing
their melodies bringing
sweet harmonies floating so true

My smile now beaming
a perfect day gleaming
*I can't wait to start it with you
Good morning beautiful
 Jun 2015 Tom Lengel
Annie
How will you know
When you pass through a forest
If your eyes are
Glued to the road
How will you see all the life
That abounds
If your eyes are
Always closed

How will you hear
All the sounds in the air
How will you witness
The beauty that’s there
If you can’t spare a minute
For the red breasted Linnet
Or the little green Finch
And her operatic pitch

Or just for a moment
Stop to admire
The dappled twig arbors
And the great blue sky
Heaven has spilled out
All of her flavors
And all of this beauty
Is just yours to savor
If you stop for a second
The Larks song is pliant
Her cantor an echo
That her fledglings can follow.
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