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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sonnet Doubles... ( Forty year span ) ( 1.) May I, Each New Dawn Give That Softest Morning Kiss May I, look at you with a lover's caring eyes as you on this sandy beach, match the rising waves beautiful hair, sexy body none can deny and those red luscious lips this lover so craves! May I, swim with you, in ocean surging so blue your true happiness merging in with that of mine whilst we together explore sweeter life anew and upon our hot nightly love forever dine! May I, each new dawn give that softest morning kiss watch as my angel rise, to each day truly bless as gift, passionate embrace, such I'll not miss along with pure ecstasy that this soul must confess! May I, all of your days, such deep romance hold true? May I, gift unto thee all love, that is your due? Robert J. Lindley, May 15th, 2019 Sonnet ( 2.) Mother Nature, Her Majestic Gifts Holds The Keys Alone among beautiful awe inspiring trees, soul seeking happiness solitude often brings Mother Nature, her majestic gifts holds the keys of earthen Life, Love and thus almost Everything As dawn its warmth, into this eager soul soon soaks this shattered heart wakes and thereby begins to heal sitting here musing under this giant red oak one sees dear life, finds its truest magnificent feel Aware that this true splendor is oft cut to burn this old man can not help but to shed falling tears as sad sorrows invade to hurt and stomach turn at nearby birds singing, suddenly old soul cheers Countless times, I must seek refuge in this haven, Here beg God, that this paradise is worth savin'. R. J. Lindley, May 15th, 1979 Sonnet, ( I wonder how long this ( my secret) haven will last )
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