I Write...

I Write...

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I Write To Remember My Joy,

That Those Moments,

Will Remain Eternal,

I Write So These Words,

Dress My Wounds,

And Make the Pain Bearable,

I Write To Remind Myself of Love,

For those Times,

When Its Warm Comfort is Scarce,

I Write to Appreciate Beauty,

To keep In my Life,

Its Grasp,

I Write to Feel Freedom,

That In this Script,

It Can Dance,

I Write To Confess my Sins,

That I Might Meet,

Forgiveness' Glance,

I Write so Someone Out there,

Can Take Comfort,

That They are Not Alone,

I Write So She Knows I'm Thinking Of her,

When I Can't Pick up the Phone,

I Write So You Might Know Me,

When My Lips Have No Adage,

I Write to Leave a Piece of Myself,

For When My Book,

Reaches Its Last Page...

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Come Home...

Come Home...

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He asks if She'd Return,

Her gentle Lips Part with Maybe,

I still have to decide, She offers,

It is not that Easy to be Free,

As the Door Shuts Behind Her,

The Soft Click returns Reality,

A Jarring Reminder Some Dreams,

May Never be More than Fantasy,

His Heart Slowly Crumbles,

As it Beats Heavy, Against His Chest,

He Sinks into his Chair,

He Sleeps, but is Unable to Rest,

His Guitar Rings Blue,

As This Silence, He tries to Bend,

He turns To these Pages,

And Bleeds Slowly thru His Pen,

Every Thought Drifts to Her,

Heaven's First Perfection,

Is it Providence To Befriend Angels,

Or Cruel Fate that Belies this Elation,

The Memory of her Smile Steadies Him,

The Light in her Eyes, Glowing Warm,

Engraving Hope, in His Faithless Heart,

That She Might One day, Come Home...

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Love is...

Love Is...
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Love,
It is,
The Moon,
That rises on a Starless Night,

It is,
The song sung
Beneath the Window of Love's First Sight,

It is,
The Whisper of a Breeze,
On a Summer Noon,

It is,
The Warm Fingers of a Fire,
In the Winter's Cold Gloom,

It is,
The Ray of Sunshine,
That Breaks Dark Clouds,
And Colours the Rainbow,

It is,
The Dew,
That Caresses Spring's First Rose,

Love,
It is you,
It is me,
It is the Descant That is Us...

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This is a poem, I do not feel is complete. There are still a good many things in the world that exemplify Love to me, and I hope to share them with you here.