Best of All

Let us wrap our love around us like a blanket
Within its warmth the two of us stay dry
Keeping out the rain and driving tempest
Until the raging torrent passes by
Life with constant change flows all around us
But there’s one change that I will never fear
The strongest ties in life have gently bound us
And keep on growing stronger every year
For love is not an hour or a season
Its passion and its joy is not contained
It does not follow any rhyme or reason
And my love for you can’t be explained
But I just know I feel a whole lot better
When we are wrapped within its heavenly shawl
It warms me like a poem or love-letter
And I love that feeling best of all

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Commiseration......

Even the man in the moon sheds a tear
And even the starlight sighs
When I start wishing that you were here
I know that the night wind cries
For lonesome is merely a state of mind
It cannot tear you apart
Like the anguish and sorrow left behind
In the depths of a broken heart

Even the man in the moon sheds a tear
The stars know nothing of love
But they listen as I talk to them, my dear
In silent sympathy from above






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Tethered....

Tethered…. it seems I am some days

To the land of toil and duty

When in my dreams I would fly away

Through the mist and rainbows and beauty

Where rolling blue hills are not fantasy

And the heart of this girl were wild and free

But I am a servant of soil and dust

And cannot succumb to my wanderlust…..

Tethered….. it seems I am to demands

That some day shall slumber as I

What good is the labor of these two hands?

Will I simply work then die?

Nay, I say nay, may it never be

For who will live my dreams for me?

Or fly on its fair translucent wing

Will it die in the field like a wasted thing?

Tethered….. Perhaps if I let myself be

I would become a sad slave

But what good is work? It is vanity

As it rests with me in my grave

If there’s nothing new under the sun

And all that I do has already been done

Then pray oh tell me, tell me why

Can I not spread my wings and fly?

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Chance of a Lifetime

I pause with my foot on the threshold

For I have been given the chance

To return to the very beginning

Where love was a lingering glance

But if I should choose to step over

Then I can never return

To the step on which now I hover

No matter how deeply I yearn

Here is a chance of a lifetime

To fix all my ‘should have done’s’

I can go to the beginning

And live out the lessons I’ve learned

Then why do I doubtfully ponder

A decision so easy to make?

Could it be that I sadly wonder

If I’d simply repeat each mistake?

I pause with my foot on the threshold

For now I know what I will do

I’ll simply go on as usual

We’ve come so far, me and you

We’ve learned about things like forgiveness

How love will endure if we bend

And I’d like to think we have learned, dear

How to be true til the end

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This Is The Season......

When the night calmly falls as it did tonight
In a gradual fading of amber-gold light
I hear a whisper of warmth from above
Ah, this is the season of summer and love

Here in the hush of a tender deep-blue
When the west sky-line blush dons night’s darker hue
Here I am happy and sweetly content
In the season of summer and love’s misty scent

Softly and silently stars re-appear
Drawing the borders of heaven so near
While peace like a banner descends from above
Ah, this is the season of summer and love

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It is officially SUMMER!!!!

WHOOPEE!!!!

Don't hold It Against Me....

Don’t hold it against me
Those things I should tell you
But somehow I never do
It seems that my memory
Remembers to tell me
Too late what I should have told you
And it is quite frustrating
When I’m contemplating
What is the correct thing to say
I think of the right words
But it really does no good
For by then you are miles away
So don’t hold it against me
When you frown at my silence
I’m better with paper and pen
If you give me an hour
I’ll write you a poem
I may think of the right words then

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To Re-live a Memory

We cannot go back and do it again
It just wouldn’t be the same
For we cannot re-live a memory
Though many have tried in vain
The first time is what made it special
Now no imitation will do
For no one can re-live a memory
And still have it feel brand new
We cannot re-write the chapter
And live like it’s never been done
We would simply be foolish actors
Recreating a moment that’s gone

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Collections....

I like to collect things
Little things preferred
I store them in a secret vault
Each time my heart is stirred
The little twinkle in your eye
As you softly reflect
The little half-breath of a sigh
Are some things that I collect

The little whisper in my ear
The little ‘I love you’
The little baby’s tender kiss
Make my collection too
Little dandelion bouquet
Little children’s laughter
Little poem on my birthday
Are treasured ever-after

Little foot-prints in the sand
Little tears of sorrow
And the warmth of little hands
Such strength from them I borrow
Yes, I like to collect things
Little things preferred
For I find in the little things
The heart most deeply stirred

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Janet Martin