If we only live in the present
and the past and future doesn't exist
how can I ***** up so **** often?

If you pride yourself on being an *******
you have a lot to be proud of

I say it over and over
in so so many ways
hints, notes and gaze
how can you not feel
or hear or see the deal
maybe I could cook it up
like a five star chef
or maybe...
you are just love-deaf

suppose we were as wine
differences, yours and mine
confidence of a Cab strong
seductive as Muscat's song
Merlot's slight temper swings
the warmth Shiraz brings
Pinot's finicky fickle mood
and Zinf's friendly attitude
Malbec's soft kiss on the cheek
Tempra's velvet dress so sleek
Chard always has a smile
Sauvi is forever in style

I can't really hug you
with words I spew
or given font or style
is only words on file
open your mind's arms wide
set your perceptions aside
fill you heart with caring
energize your intent with sharing
now with warm and soft embrace
hug with pure love's grace
I love you all

good and bad
happy and sad
up and down
smile and frown
love and hate
small and great
young and old
shy and bold
wrong and right
hold tight
to the flexible
(and)

I have two brains
one is in constant prayer
the other fails at everything
one is happy and is thankful
the other judges and holds contempt
one forgives and loves all
the other full of worry and spite
and I stand on the bridge between