William Blackman

I sometimes gaze at your pictures-bounding
thoughts remaining the timeless fixtures.
Morning conversations sprays us like spring
showers. We become one tower ignited in the
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A palace built seen not with our eyes.
In the soul of love stood up this fort.
Crown and sceptre outshined where true beauty lies.
Smoky passion looms in the halls, rooms, corners, courts.
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I see the view like ocean white.
Truthful force and elegance within the waves.
I am thinking a sky's edge places a beauty's height.
Long golden mane curls with all it's praise.
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Will you be mine, be my Valentine?
A time again when love is scarlet red.
When lovers engage with impatient vine.
Romance elevating breath beyond stories read.
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At times dormant..at times elusive-
must not lose heart the breast of
love can still be had.
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A single horse of power head, shoulder, leg and flank,
pouring one's expression galloping the oldest roads.
Yes, remarkable how words and fragrance can control
the outcome. How the blood from a pen can set lovers
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Breathe in love, breathe out life-
unresting romantics in a dark cabin
high above. Love that breaks the clouds
of doom. Love that burns on a slate.
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Take deep breaths and inhale love reborn.
Times ago in a place a meadowlark could not sing.
Recreate the romance and mend up all that was torn.
Within an unbreakable fortress a Queen reunites with her King.
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Love, like in a poet's dream.
Love, touched by all of nature's wonder.
Love, brighter than morning light on a river's gleam.
Love, that beats with fire and the thunder.
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Man spoken words to a woman with amorous arrows.
Not suspicious and open oh, how she listens.
Every strategic advance of her brute is welcomed.
Air changes along with the wheeling of thought and feeling.
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Two hearts beating as 1 into the transverse night.
Two hearts beating as 1 that knows not any surrender.
Two hearts beating as 1 cannot keep quiet.
Two hearts beating as 1 cutting their road to happiness.
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Adorning her head enchanted flows the midnight rain.

Seemingly alive within the perfumed haze end to excited end.
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Strength in the roots lively arms blitzing
through earth and stone. A thriving compulsion
will as hard as bone, adaptive whether hanging
or clinging. Reemerges during the optimum season.
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The spring of a relationship when slumping petals rise.
The dawn of emotion falling like a warm drizzle.
Ambient thoughts of romance oh so colorful.
The motions of streams moving with more force and speed.
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Inspired by how her fibres lay.
An unforgettable image transcending the day.
Aroma of wiles nets the entire length.
Compelling to the eye sensual, soft in it's strength.
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I have touched the inner walls of story.
The vibrations of passion wet with glory.
Soft are the doors that shift and open sweet.
Warm sensations must speak building to it's peak.
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I am wondering with my soul prepared
feeling the off and on breeze within
the springtime glare. I have met in
my time a woman more fair-fairer than
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You are a picture of my desire.
A captivating smile which I framed.
Logs of passion stay crackling in the fire.
Dark ocean of hair swept to beauty untamed.
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When love quakes no other feeling comes close.
I gaze upon the most elegant stem and rose.

Movement in the heart and soul like rumbling beneath the feet.
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I see it clearly her sterling beauty.
Long and lovely stems of a rose freshly cut.
Winking eyes of passion with a glimmering smile.
Hour glassed figure swaying in a light breeze.
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