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Sometimes I wonder what you ever have seen in me,
You stayed for 30 years, through thick and thin,
Enduring all my flaws, loving patiently,
Despite my disappointments and my sins.

It hasn't been an easy road, I know,
I've put you to the test more times than not.
I've been a less than stellar beau,
I wonder did you ever want me shot?

I'm sloppy, weak, unkempt and always late,
I haven't been the best at earning cash.
Could this be what you wanted in a mate?
I often think I've made our life a hash.

I know I make you laugh once in awhile;
Is that enough to keep you coming back?
A chuckle here, an unexpected smile,
Does that make up for everything I lack?

I hope I give you something more than that,
Perhaps a sense that life is not so grim.
A lift in spirit, a peppy morning chat,
Something to make you shake your head and grin.

My contribution to our life is small,
Diversion and distraction certainly,
A joke or two, a pratfall, that is all
I've learned to do, I'm sure you would agree.

You've given so much more to me it's true.
A rock, an anchor, a shelter from the gale.
One thing's certain, I can count on you;
You have a love that never flags or fails.

I'm grateful for you every single day,
There's not an hour goes by that I don't wonder why,
You've stuck so long with me, but anyway,
You did, and till the very day I die
I'll say a prayer to God above,
Thankful for your crazy stubborn love.
 Jul 2013 Tori Hart
Evynne
If I were to try and define love
I would probably describe it as
Looking at a person
And being swallowed by a feeling

And if I were to try and define this feeling
I would probably describe it as
*Looking at you
 Jul 2013 Tori Hart
Ting-Jun
Exploring the mountainous terrains
and open fields
you stumble across an empty cave
it goes deep, and inside
is something so wondrous
but even the greatest explorer
has yet to lay eyes upon it

You whisper
quiet promises of exploration,
the slight echoes replying
each movement of your
caressing tongue,
leaving the earth
trembling in anticipation

Inside the cave
something is stirring
but it knows than better
than the earth, which it lives with,
sweet words and gentle treading
mean nothing if the
intention
is all wrong
 Jul 2013 Tori Hart
Kelly Taylor
Satan wears no horns,
nor does he boast a tail or pitchfork.
He wears soft lips
and freckles in his eye.
You share coffee with him
and your secrets, too.
The devil is the easiest creature
to fall in love with.
I once fell victim
to his sweet forked tongue.
He made a home in my heart;
painted the walls
and planted a garden.
He broke all the plates,
all the flowers died,
and he blamed the destruction on me.
(p.)
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