Alas, my child you shan't!
Get used to a world of can't!
Our brains are fully scrubbed
Like kids in a foaming bath.
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đź’“ đź’Ź đź’“
We married, on your birthday!
In San Francisco City Hall.
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If You Live to Get Old
Dedicated to my Father, of
Blessed Memory!
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I admire so, poets with imagery.
And fascinating allegories.
But me? I'm still a starter.
Far from being a departer.
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Love You Always!
In summertime, our love is enduring like gadenias floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it tingles from lips to toes.
If skies are blue, our love is joy — two people touching in the sun.
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What if I never awake?
My solace is in eternity to partake.
To exist in a realm of God, not of men.
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The Rhythm of  Friends
Are there beside you when you fall
or shed a tear.
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No Blues at Bedtime
Your rough tongue cleansingÂ
my finger.
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Writing poetry is my biggest joy.
It begins when the sun rises in the sky.
My heart has a poetic beat.
I can feel it as I walk down the street.
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"Oh, you are dying? I really could care less!
I have a garden to attend to, Â for folks to impress.
I live in a state of eternal busy-ness.
No heart of mine, shall I share.
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