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Stolen Time
Listen closely to discern
The voice that calls out to your heart
One Forever Moment
And no, I shall not call you friend, for to do so I must set
Please do not think I wish you harm. There is no hate in me.
Never wanting to let you go..
I can still taste the rain on your face
But no, for your love is and always was my joy
To Be One
Youthful Folly
If not for youthful folly, where might we be?
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(This one is a poem I wrote to an old friend who hadn't seen me in a long time,
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If but for a tiny piece of time..
or for one word, or lack of any speech
Were one moment changed, would you be mine?
Or would I still and always be your love, forever out of reach.
I know in truth your heart and mind and all that makes you whole,
the one I know and love and crave, the rhythm to my rhyme
is paired with me, forever deep within, part of my soul
Just not your body or your time.
But can my mind rest easy?
When as a common thief I wait and plan
And would any heart believe me
My only defense undying adoration for this man
But as a pirate hoards his every treasure
I steal small bits of time,
like tiny diamonds chipped away
and hidden in my heart..... they are not mine...
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The tune is one you know
You’ve heard it many times before
In dreams and thoughts of long ago
The softly voiced refrain
That echoes through the dreams
that we have shared time and again
The whispered words within your mind
Result from recollections, buried,
Of a love eternal and divine.
Just one moment in all time
that I might look into your eyes and call you mine
and tell you of my love, more deep and wide than all eternity.
Just one night in all forever
that I could hold you close and kiss you and endeavor
to show you all the passion that lies banked within my soul.
Just one tear in all the oceans
that have fallen from my heart, if it could be a magic potion
Then you would be mine for a moment, just one moment in all time
one forever moment in all time
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After all the times my heart’s been shattered over you.
Forgive I can, and will and have, and shall continue still.
But to trust you with my heart, this is beyond my skill.
my heart within your grasp; but it has not quite mended yet.
I will not call you confidante, nor bare my very soul
In truth, I have no confidance that you will leave me whole.
In fact, there’s scant emotion left, except in memory.
The faded, faint impression of betrayal, lies and pain.
The long and lasting lesson, never trust this one again.
about a chilly winter day.
About walking along a secret path
and holding hands along the way.
Being, in my heart, once again
young and free to believe in love
To flirt and to dance in the rain
And feel the chill chased away by your kiss
and the pounding of my heart, so afraid
knowing there must be an end to this bliss..
just as our hearts have always been one..
Our dreams are our future, our passion, our love
And my heart says someday we will walk in the sun.
One with whom I may laugh, one with whom I may play, one with whom I may explore..
One whom I enjoy, one whom I tease, one , my pleasure, makes me endure..
One within my soul, he who makes me whole, him, I will adore..
One that I trust, one that I need, of him I must be sure..
To be won..
To be one..
2 be 1..
My heart still believes you would be sick of me
and my adoration.
The pain of that thought is burned into my deepest memory,
Despite the voice that tries to correct that part of me.
Such miscorrelation...
That my mind should state it was all just youthful folly.
Too light a phrase for something that caused desperate agony,
and utter devastation.
and wondered what I looked like "after all these years"!)
Ten toes, ten fingers, painted red.
Dark brown eyes that love to smile.
Dark brown hair upon my head.
Once long, now I must wait awhile.
Pale pink lips, painted with a sigh.
nervously chewed upon when in thought.
Heavily freckled, my oh my.
Despite all the remedies I have bought.
Picture the girl you used to know.
Toss in some pounds, some wrinkles and years.
Add a few children, more laughter than sorrow.
Think about fog, and the picture clears.
Playfully dancing in the rain
A dreamer, a faraway look in my eyes
Older yet wiser, some would say.
Am I really that old? Boy, how time flies!
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There was a fish swimming up
There was a lion roaming through a jungle; always, it seemed, roaring at the unseen. Fighting and crying for the right to be at peace. For the jungle created places to hide, but danger hid, also. The lion had to be always on guard, looking for the next battle, always a battle for peace.. And always winning, for he was always prepared But never at peace. For his strength was his fear, his fear was bourne of knowledge; of memories from past battles. He knew that if there was war, there must be peace. cool, soothing peace. But as always the hot sounds of battle ran through his mind -----
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