Oh my pretty for whom I fell
Mere mortal words can never tell
How you make my poor knees shake
Or how you make my lonesome heart ache
Your every word captures my attention
Your beautiful eyes melt my apprehension
An intoxicating smile that forever warms my soul
A reflection of your charm with which my heart you stole
The delicate essences of both character and figure
Not ever throughout eternity will my love dither
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The river of individuality
Flows into the ocean of life
The tides of which are churned
By the affairs of the heart
For the heart that loves
Is the heart that hates
Is the heart that unites
Is the heart that divides
Never the heart that is cold
No matter the target of the passion
Warm tides forever flood the ocean
And ultimately defines the rivers course
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"Poetic Licence"
The pen makes love to the paper
An incredible flow of words the product of the passion
The depth of their meaning can wet your toes
Or drown you for all of eternity
Is this affair with expression...
...The ultimate device of pure genius?
...Like tomorrow's dreams painted with the jewels of the dark?
...Or the embellished eruption of unadulterated mania?
The flower of inspiration blooms with the answer
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"Dream"
Dream...
The wings of Pegasus set upon the heart
And escape the chains of chaos with this feathered start
Dream...
The golden nectar that feeds the soul
Sweet and fulfilling and brimming the heavenly bowl
Dream...
The tall trees heavy with succulent fruit
And their seeds of aspiration waiting to take root
Dream...
The bountiful blue sea where creativity teems
And with no magic wondrous sights can be seen
Dream...
To find reality and happiness hand in hand - not oceans apart
Close your eyes and open your heart
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"Twilight Before..."
The sun dies in the west,
Treasured blue endures no longer
A glorious blaze of red and purple,
And then every hue sombre
Darkness swallows all horizons,
Phantoms of the depths seize the world
As each daughter of time whispers,
Flowers of light, in no grandeur unfurled
Small and forceless each point may be
Collective in chorus they hold your destiny
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The bright star plummets,
Across the darkest ocean, home to the night
A fiery descent through the gates of oblivion,
Now lost is a soul without this dream, this light
This dream is water,
It slipped through my hands
No firm grip will stop it,
It's fate decided...at destiny's command
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