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  • The Kiss

    I see his hands and my heart misses a beat.
    The hands that I adore inviting me to come to him.
    They cup my face so lovingly,
    Igniting a blush at the warmth of his gaze.
    The taste of sweet…

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  • Choice of the day :o)

    When you wake up to a new day
    And your brain gets in the way
    I’m miserable you here it say
    Tell it to go away
    and take your heart out to play :o)

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  • Without You

    Like a painter without paint,
    A singer without a song,
    Without you I am lost
    But with you I belong

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  • Lost For Words

    What can I say about my love…
    that is not written in every love poem…......
    he is all these, and yet….
    they are not enough to convey the wonder I feel when he is near…..
    his face t…

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  • It's a moment......many moments....in one life that makes...

    It’s an exciting moment….like the time you to put the lights on the Christmas tree and the drum roll was heard in your head as the switch turned on to reveal the glory of your artistry.a…

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  • Painted Love

    Paint me a star to wish upon
    One that shines only for me
    So that when I make my wish
    In my arms you will be

    Paint me a rainbow
    So full of passion and light
    And I’ll make us a blanket
    T…

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  • God's Record Collection

    I don’t want to be a broken record
    In God’s unique record collection

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  • The Power of Love and Law of Attraction.

    When you love someone…..really love them just for the sake of loving them….unconditonally….then you send out that love to the universe….it is felt by all….it is a universal love…..n…

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  • Marriage and Lovers

    Marriage Rights (according to law)

    With this ring I thee wed -
    It gives you the right to sleep in my bed
    Mess with my head
    Eat my bread
    Until I’m dead!

    Lover’s Rights (according to Go…

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  • The Writer’s Quill

    A myriad of colours
    from the writer’s quill -
    collage of memories gone,
    but linger on,
    inside the writer’s head,
    in saddened blue and angry red
    to delve inside this weary head
    and pain…

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  • Romance in Paradise.......a dream come true.

    So…..I was in the caribbean and the morning was hot and unforgiving, but I was determined to go and meet the beautiful boy I had met the night before….as stroll on the beach he said, under …

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  • Little One

    Her little hands were frozen as she joined them in hurried prayer, her knees cold on
    the hard linoleum . She tried to curl her toes underneath her nightdress as she prayed for all the family …

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  • The Living Dead

    Have you ever walked among the living dead
    With demons of coldness in your head?
    Did the monster, Bitterness, gnaw at your face,
    Leaving hate in your heart for the human race.
    Was the numbn…

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  • A Girl of Your Dreams

    Take a chance on me – you won’t be sad
    I’ll be the best girl you ever had!
    I’ll cook and clean and sew your clothes
    I’ll give it all – anything goes!

    I’ll call you up every night and day …

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  • A Father's Shadow

    The image of a father’s shadow
    A tear splashed on a tiny shoe
    A footstep, fading, gone for good
    Is all that’s left of loving you

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  • A Fallen Star

    I’ve many a list of bad-luck tales,
    But this one makes me cry –
    The time I wished upon a star
    Which fell down from the sky.

    I stood and stared in disbelief
    as it fell out of it’s socket…

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  • The Gentle Heart

    Crying in the shadows is the weary heart
    In ragged dress it hides from Love’s bright flame
    Shading it’s eyes, it hopes it cannot be found
    For if it does, it must be made to feel again.

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  • Forgotten Joy

    Explosion of pink, friendly, soft
    Cherry Blossom, bursts into life
    to mellow our city landscape,
    heralding warmer days,
    swaying to background music
    Of 60’s love and pigeons cooing,
    watch…

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  • In Your Darkest Hour

    Why do I come in your darkest hour, you ask? I come then because that is the time that you reach out for my hand….I come then because that is the time you reach inside for the strength to pull …

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  • Crime of Sorrow

    Save me from this crime I am about to commit.
    Take this weapon from my hand and lock me up.
    Don’t let me take her life. She’s not to blame.
    Don‘t let me end it this way. I’m begging you! …

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