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White Band

I wear it on my arm as a symbol of our love,
I admired it and you gave away a part of you to me.
Your style, your flair, your elegance
bounces against veins pumping blood to my metaphorical heart, always.

A symbol of healing, of patching things up...
a bandaid of the heart, the soul...
...of us.

I will be your white band,
I will soak away all that pain, that hurt, t...

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True Love Starts...

 

True Love starts with an open heart,
and then becomes a wish to never part...
 
True love starts with an open  mind,
and grows with every action kind...
 
True love starts with a gentle touch,
and blossoms with each kiss and such...
 
True love takes over all our dreams,
and makes us think up wondrous schemes...
 
True love powers us through...

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DARK TOWER poem

 

THE DARK TOWER

 

On the barren northern moors

lies a dark lonely tower.

No one ever goes there,

not a bird sings or a rabbit jumps.

This is the place of loneliness

and of despair and foreboding.

 

The sky is a leaden grey and

the wind howls around the tower.

Long lost souls cry for release.

Some may be your friends of long ago

or some lo...

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Just for now

Exchanging blissful affection,

 

eyes searching ambers tawny depths.

 

This is whim V perhaps,

 

as kisses lightly sweep over

 

teasing a delicate surface.

 

Laughter sits comfortably

 

between sunny days

 

that just for now

 

seeks no permanence.

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Our Blanket beneath The Stars

 

Come crawl into my mind tonight,
invade my dreamscape with your scent,
bring some candles and some sweet warm oils
and cool, cool drinks for when we're spent.
 
We'll take a path through deepest woods
and spread our blanket beneath the stars
that twinkle gently as the canopy sways,
and contemplate how love moves up on Mars.
 
In our dreams we'll sha...

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