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Michael W Noland Oct 2013
Fog
If this fog is not the most ominous, beautifulist, dangerlious, and mostest lovliest thing in the world, than I be golly goshed darned for Id happy hurl for not much more than now.

...
This secret
Is a very important one.
A secret that only I can trust you with,
My only one.
Besides the way you smile,
And how I hope youll stay a while.
This is a secret I hope to never regret.
Spoken in differnt languages,
But clearly meaning the same.
Are words said to tame.
For your imagination can only wonder,
The Secret that may ponder
Lies behind my lips.
Just as these same lips once bestowed a kiss,
For a cause now lost in devastation.
Your greatest elevation.
Lies behind my eyes.
The beautifulist disguise,
To keep a secret so bliss.
However for you my only one.
Out comes the secret spoken to no one
You mean the world to me and nothing would be.
Unless you stayed with me ina castle,
Made by our doors.
And I love you
Are the words that speak the most true.
That reveal the secret,
The way I feel about you.
Words un hearble so hear them threw.
I love you now please stay in our home,
A kingdom made from us our castle.
Eric Rovegno Feb 2017
Every night I lay my head upon my pillow, not really feeling as though I'm home. Yet seeing that bright light which illuminates our eyes when we close them getting brighter and now filling with colors of strength, love and courage. Is this because you walked into my life, I don't know. What I do know is that not a single moment goes by since our first encounter that I don't think of you. Mystery? I don't think so. It's was something deeper and far more meaningful to me. Yet, I didn't fully understand even that until we began to talk, and I began to see what it was. It's not something that just comes to everyone, in fact most will never know this feeling. For me it's like watching the beautiful seeds I planted began to sprout and when I see you it's like I'm seeing that very first blossom as it glows with such deep, vibrant colors each and every time.  When we speak to one another,  I might zone out at times not because I am not listening but because your voice is like the sounds of the song birds every morning I step out my door, it's mesmerizing and in its own right like a beautiful Symphony playing the most amazing love song. With your touch my whole body charges from that single spectacular moment. It's that feeling you get when you walk into the most beautiful, serene, solemn temple. I believe it's the same feeling that we will encounter at Mount Meru. You are the beautifulist of flowers, your fragrance fills every memory and heals every pain. You are more than special you are my soul, my life, my heart and my everything.

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