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For time cannot abate ones heart’s desire,
When hidden passion burns in stealthy fire.
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Caressing your fingers with images,
Passed by night in silent waves
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Pencil lines of better times I write about you here
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With a voice flowing off velvet petals of roses,
Her form composed from their sensuous curves,
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Restless and unable to sleep I am here wondering,
Wondering what is she doing this moment.
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Dream of holding me,
As I dream of holding you,
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Like darkest cobalt evening sky,
Filled with brilliant shining stars
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For a few fleeting moments she is nowhere forever
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I live confined within
This chimerical vision
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When her eyes open released from slumber,
Freeing a green sea of infused color,
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Incognizant of anything
But my thoughts of you
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I long to feel the heat of her gaze,
Penetrate my skin,
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A family table strewn with pictures of friends,
Remembrances of travels afar,
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Beauty like light on morning's dew.
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For my S W E E T L O V E Diana Nicole
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In nights emptyness,
Restless thoughts wonder,
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I hear your voice in moonlight,
Calling me out of slumber.
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Playing the game of night
Made easy by golden spirits.
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When a distance far takes it’s place in life,
And seems to stretch loves linkage true too taut
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Till in minds eye image you bring relief,
Silent yet your voice speaks to help me cope.
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And sensuous touch cedes your emotion,
Until all senses overwhelm.
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Where now together
We live life’s dance
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Time suspended in my mind,
I am wandering about in wonder.
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Our knowledge intimate awakes love’s spark,
And from our passion now grows affection.
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Frostbitten, unable to open and blossom
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Nature offers solace,
Comfort in it’s beauty,
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In amalgam of colors all brilliant,
She arcs cross the swirling sky of my life.
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Passions abound alive
In maculate conceptions contrived
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In nights clouds she appears her eyes offering light
In his dreams of his Annabel Lee
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Stealing my breath as we kiss
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Wanting to know your soul,
Understand your spirit,
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Your tempest surges in breaking swale,
And my hull fills with your salty water.
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On this date in 1945 Hiroshima became the first victim of nuclear weapons.
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How have you come to me my ocean wide,
My pilot on this enlightening trip?
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