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Finding A Voice - 9. Chapter 9
With All My Heart
You ask, "Do you love me?"
All I can say is,
"With all my heart."
"But will you love me
now, tomorrow, and always?"
"With all my heart."
"What if I were in bed
clinging to life by a nail?
Will you be there?"
"Until warmth of your heart
no longer pulses, yes,
with all of my heart!
With all scenarios and ifs,
all of the doubts you have,
will soon melt for I love you,
with all of my heart!"
Seasons
On the Emerald Isle
winter's frost, angelic white
pain like a Banshee's wail.
Land of the Rising Sun
spring showers, Sakura petals
Era severed short, done.
Deserts cut by the Nile
summer floods, blue swells
our love in vile denial.
Palace of Le Roi XIV
Fall foliage, colors marry
Our love cherubs did sing.
Sleepless City, nestled
gazing in a porcelain face
moving slowly, others bustled.
South Beach, Ocean Drive
dancing to soundless rhythms
with you, never more alive.
Merlot, vanilla, lime
intoxicating aromas
rivaled only by you and time.
Fall of Adam; rise of blips
waiting for a banded hand
by your side, hands on hips.
Ride At Midnight
It would have been
a year next month,
that I enjoyed your love.
Friends invited up
to their horse farm.
Us, just friends.
Warm country air,
guards crashing down.
Free, like a wild Arabian,
a Prince you were,
sitting on that stallion
like the morning fog,
you rose from my dream.
Asking to ride with you
upon that gentle beast.
Crazed I must have been,
grateful that I caved.
Romantic, special, perfect.
Everything I longed for,
love was on our side,
fate and time were not.
Faces and Places
Seeing a place as I do,
memories flood of me and you.
Laughter, tears, yelling, fears.
I close my eyes, a chill after many years.
Tracks with drinks,
pier with uncertain fear.
Stars on top of cars.
Fantasyland, how I got canned.
Our club then later the hot tub,
I-95 driving going 85,
random stall and a mall,
falling Towers, a steamy shower,
chef coats, drinking many Cokes.
Memories that are within.
Silver, gold, bronze, and even tin,
like flowers in full bloom
locked away in an Egyptian tomb.
Staying familiar with the eons,
Don't leave, staying new like the dawns.
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