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Missing the Man in the Hat

It was early one morning, when you arrived..
You entered the restaurant and I noticed your stride..
Your manner of dress was quite elegant.. and ..
It appeared you were having breakfast...
With a very important guest..
Seated at the table, and I couldn’t help but notice,
The strange thing you did , when you removed from your purse..  
An old and tattered faded hat..
You took it lovingly in your hands and..
Proceeded to give it a kiss..
As you placed it across from where you sat...
I knew it belonged to someone you missed..
Then you did something strange...
You did a smile and a wink.. 
Poured two cups and I began to think....
Perhaps the car was being parked,
And soon your friend would join you..
As I sat and watched you seemed to be...
Engrossed in a conversation...
The twinkle in your eyes and the smile on your face..
Sent the message you were in a happy place...
Then you got out of your chair...and hugged the air..
And left the same way you came...but ..
I heard you say as you walked away..
Same time..same place next year ?

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014

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Coming home to you everyday

My best friend is just a few yards away
not feeling well she’s had a long day.
Right now in our bedroom watching a cooking show
I don’t under stand it, she knows all there is to know.

As with every thing else she always wants to do better
she gives it her best even when she’s under the weather. 

My best friend is my most loving wife
She has given me the best years of her life.

It’s been thirty nine years since I took her as my bride
That’s thirty nine years with my best friend by my side.	

A lot has happened since our day in September
some things forgotten but the best I still remember.

I remember the warmth and passion of our youth
I still feel it when I think of you and that’s the truth.

I remember worrying that my job would call me away
all I ever wanted was to come home to you everyday.

Copyright © Monty Newman | Year Posted 2010

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Happy Father's Day: Your Sweat Is My Increase

your left hand was hard, but your right, gracious putting me in the balance of Love of which its fulcrum is discipline and respect. Your weaknesses were classified just to ensure I see beyond mine Your chastisement was not without pain of which its appreciation is a strong indicator of my gradual maturity. You always guard the gates of my territory like a Centurion and fight against all antigens like a warlock. You taught me how to be complete and provided the staff and Ass as I journey across Life and appreciate. I initially thought of you differently when you gave me the partially made sandal, when you refused to help with the air-tight metal box, when you gave me bone while milk was still my best delicacy when you laughed at me while I'm confused and worst of all, stopping Mum to come to my rescue. I never knew they were task of Life I most needed, finishing off the sandal made me industrious, opening the box, made me determined and never relenting, chewing the annoying bone made me grow up; your scorn and laughter actually made me decisive and rescuing myself made me independent. All these sum up to making me a MAN! Which makes you my Hero and role model. Before I was, there was you; in fact, I am in existence because of you. I've always clinged unto you as my Life's support but you allow me make my mistakes so as to be the best gadget. Your regulation of Mum's affections only makes me be an unspoilt egg. I always increase when you sweat and your headaches are stepping stones to my zeniths. You are such an irreplaceable asset and your love, so refreshing as the evening air. What more can I say and how else can I show gratitude? As much as I know, you need none of these, One thing I must always say is, I LOVE YOU DAD!

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013

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A Day and a Night in June

Rolling pastures of green meadows rise to greet the horizon meeting a deep blue sky, 
Beautiful old Perennial Clovers fill the glades and valleys with sweetness and beauty, 
Yellow Goat’s Beard, Dog Daisies with Chervil, shelter under hedgerows and Oak trees, 
A Yellow Rattle and the Lotus meet the Quake-grass and have done since I was a boy. 

As I get older and become friends of Fescues, the Rough Cocks foot is still my dream, 
And warm days of June are brilliant and beautiful the nights very calm soft and warm,
Where moonbeams and the evening stars twinkle in soft silver the background a blue hue,
Trees silhouetted against the starry night sky like a painting on canvas immortalized.
What could match the clear beauty of a June sky as bird’s soar across turquoise day, 
Wild oats and Darnell's by waysides, Red Pensile panicles in the light winds that blow, 
Each a friend with the Fox tail and Timothy they all sway in the same breeze dancing,
Wrapped in light air-grass and the Purple Burnett all are loved in a summer’s meadow.
The corn grows tall in the golden sea it has waves when the wind strokes the stems,
Walk in a dreamland of wonder over fields and along the footpaths since time began,
The rye as tall as your head and the wheat beginnings to shoot away from the husks,
Then the wild flowers among these crops are a beauty on a wonderful sun shiny day.

Copyright © Terry Trainor | Year Posted 2012

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Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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The Almighty King

The Almighty King

God in disguise, a pure soul of divinity,
No wonder the bona fide progeny of God you’re,
The great one highly esteemed for visionary you’re,
So genial and benign, no man as you exists so munificent;
The Grace, all hearts’ desire and the beacon,
Pray hundred more years you live on for the sake of
A million souls’ peace and wellbeing you care for.

So appeasing just your sight is, the balm to despair,
Joyous eyes’ grandeur and love of all hearts,
At all times hallowed thou shall remain and recalled,
Even the threat‘d sway no man against thee
‘Cause almighty you’re, the optimal clout beholder.

In you, our hope and assurance we perceive,
Ideal we see in you to emulate, your greatness,
Flame to our shadowed lives and succor in plight,
You ne’er let the famine creep in and starve us,
No evil you let it destroy our harmony
And no bloodshed you let our lives be taken,
But wishes fulfilled and smiles brought upon,
Bestowal of happiness upon us your deeds betoken.

The great, for your myriad services toward us,
Diffident would be our lips and soul discontented
To express utterance of gratitude with existing jargons,
For beyond measure is your divine humanity,
But deep within truly indebted are your partisans
And reverently,all kneel before you, the almighty King,
Greatest of the greats, the reason we so smile. 

Copyright © Karma Dorji | Year Posted 2015

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Trapped in a perfect world, what does time 
mean?  Wait, nothing is permanent in this
wicked world.

Stay or go.  Which way did you decide?
Is that your hand reaching out to me,
Shall I grab your wrist; wait, this is fine.

The sweet scent of timelessness circles
over my head spinning me heedless.
Moods float keeping my goodness in
place;  there, now I can see your face
floating on the canvas circled with a
brush in all the grand colors.

The thrush of ochre, gray and sand.
Tips of green highlight the tops of
trees sitting against a sky splashed
in blue hue.

I feel you there pulling my hand
spinning me around and around
through years of you and me,
burning candles from the heart,
aroma swerving through the soul.

We set apart, not going somewhere
flames burn to keep you a part of the
great mountain that only you could see.

I wake in scented timelessness every day.

Copyright © Gisele Vincent-Page | Year Posted 2011

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to be free
you must have the key
some paid the way
for us today
and have our say
still there more to go
on and off your feet
don't be defeat


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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 I watched the paper soak up the ink
as it blotched in breast strokes across the page...
 suddenly I was street bound
in hand signals
legs, pinned to the pavement
as July scrolled by in reverse
and a name scrawled across
the wheat covered hills...

 A single day took it's light 
from the crayon colored buildings
and the laughter rang from
a beautiful city where the call 
of seagulls brushed it's wings
against my cheek like friends
embraced, arm in arm, 
our hopes, crushed
long before infancy.

I plucked a locus from my eye
as petals of golden Roses 
littered the street like pieces
of shattered poetry.

Copyright © Robin Burnett | Year Posted 2014

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Myth Uncovered

To love another more than life itself...

Is sweet bereavement...Sealed within
loves kiss...

...A love so deep...fathomed in oceans...
only truth can find...

A myth uncovered - discovered over time...

...To relish in this beauty...way beyond compare...

...To look into the eyes of an angel...
...Mornings first light...

...We feel with hearts despair...

...For we nurture this...

...This love we believe has found its way here...

...We cherish everyday...
...this love beyond compare...

...Immortal wish bestow...

....For we love in tomorrows tomorrow...

...This life this love we celebrate...

these two souls love has found...

...this life - this love...

...this love itself creates...

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2012

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These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!

Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2012

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Lingering in the spaces of time, standing
On the muddy banks of reality, wandering souls
Chase the dream of Moses: the gleamed glory
From the mountain top veiled by the inept web
Of deceptive policies of the word-weavers . 

Dew-clawed changes have lost their mesmerizing       
Magic; reality having waved its wand of truth
Revealing the smiling facades of justice.

Yes we have overcome cowering iniquities
And have reached the valley of the promise land;
But Aaron’s reprieve does not abide here: its asphalt
Altars soaked and stained with the dried blood of our children. 

Here in the shadow of the valley of death, we continue 
Marching and singing anew; our feet wearily worn
With the mud of deceit; vague chants mimic lost
Freedom songs blowing in whispering winds.

Today, the Movement is just a passing scene
Played out on the roller coaster stages of history: 
Praising maids, butlers, buses, bridges…ghost cities…

And the nation mocks the birthday of its Prince of Peace
With black sales days; stirring the painful blood flow
Of memory of buyers feuding at the auction block.

But steadfast we must stand; our audacious God cannot be mocked.
The Dreamer lies dead but the spirit of the dream soars higher
Than the fist of clutched hope; and Sartre’s are still ringing
And their resounding echoes cannot ever be undone! 

This is still the land of the free and the home of the brave;
Sweet land of liberty; and where love and peace abide
Evil injustice cannot hide; the dream is everywhere: 

May we forever be worthy lamplighters of the trust in the Dream.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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Sage Aaga Of A Home On A Hill

Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill 

Having drank from the sun at meridian,
The moon drunk with the light 
Of reflection, always dissipated dreaded darkness
Seeking to veil the Hill—Raised bump
Of nature’s glowing face; 
This swollen womb of nature nourishing beginnings
Of generations plodding centuries wounded
With trials and tribulations—Grand Canyon invisible walls
Mocking the abyss of Middle Passage ocean depths
Carpeted with ivory bone trees rattled by circadian waves
Splashing stilled sandy sea shore stones sunken in time.

Beginnings begin with the eruption of sunlight;
Rays flowing lava-like to chloroplast genes
Of generations of quantum leaping Greens
Synthesizing seminal spirits spewing
Audacious faith—audacious faith blooming
Mushroom cloud determination rising 
As a risen national family tree;
Branches thrusting tentacles forever upward.

Streaming through, flows a river Brazos 
Whose residents often crawled, netted and hooked
Their way to the Hill—accepting all aching
To give or receive freely—nourishment.
A gumbo gathering of love supreme;
Charged sable soul soars—sailing
Pillow puffed verandah skies;
Stoking old horizons—searching 
Mountain top promise land dreams.

Where I have been I have just begun to go;
Returning to the beginning—

To tap the toasted roots anchoring the journey’s
 Design—etched beneath the shade of limbs 
Of an ancient Chinaberry tree
Looking out over the Hill—
Shadowing shelled street that oysters built.

The senior poem now resonate an ebony perspective: 
“…It’s sweet to dream of Venice…It’s great to think of Rome…
But when it comes to living…There’s no place like home… 
So it’s home again and home again for me…”  
My Hill—My home…My family tree.  Here I grew; here I be.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016

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went is cold
they get more bold
in there suite tights
the bike at night
there plan stand
thyer up hill hiker

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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Embrace Me




Copyright © Michael Domaracki | Year Posted 2012

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March, February & Beyond

I saw a girl at the fag end of March, 
And how i wished she could be mine,
Then i realized it was just a dream, 
And went back to sleep,
Hoping the supernatural would happen.

Then i woke up in the middle of February 
& realized it was true,It had happened!
She was mine.. 

God had given me a gift, which i asked for
For the 1st time,
Heart of Gold, Touch of silk, which made me mad
Held her skin tight, like ma prize,
Hope to keep her that way, till the end of time.

We have come a long way,
Started in March, 
continued through February & Beyond.

Let dimensions convolve and end at infinity,
All i wanna say is, ill keep her with me,
Ill keep her happy & keep her satisfied..
just as the way i got her, if not better.

We have come a long way,
Started in March, 
continued through February & Beyond.

Copyright © Rahul C S | Year Posted 2009

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i got a call
for us all
to load for a goal
of fun and run
it was a trio
where we would pop whil
and sim dip
it was exxiting

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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The meeting nocturnal

Yes, you came last night as I had wished
Normally reader, if you are after it that you desire
Your soul by hook or by crook is going to be the complier
When dear reader, you are lost into nothingness adrift and keep up as such
Be sure what you wished, a part of your mind would, insist on piecing it together.

So, exactly so it happened with me
It was a charming moonlight flooding outside
To my great delight a flower of that soft radiance I saw seated
In my chair in front of my computer table with the room in rhythmic dance
And then the flower shaping into a slim human figure looking a woman in trance

I felt a mild tremor within my anatomy
There were micro waves inside my hemoglobin
It was not the perfumed woman I had been daydreaming
Then came people walking along with the now familiar figure moving leisurely 
Very affectionate peaceful slender composed friendly arisen from the moonlight

Initially I felt confused with the easy gait
A soft and serene smile with a little bit of frivolity 
The head half-covered with a veil of soft and silky drape, that is, Shari
Sort of gesturing with her beautiful eyes asking me to come close to her side
Then confusion gave way to the joy of a child looking at his mother  wide-eyed 

I felt exceedingly happy and kept looking at my mom
I felt the hugs the scolding the tears the smiles and the flavours
I wanted to rush towards her and to hug her tight as I did when a child
But the film faded fast as the world was coming back with its dawning sounds mild
I thanked the ruler replacing the desired woman with my mom in the colored void
Amazed I  could not settle for a while in the day thanks to the great Sigmund Freud 

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2015

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July 31, 2011

Been caught in a scam
Should I have just ran
Try to be good
For God as we should
Always to get bit
Just take another hit
Never knowing why
But continue to try
To live with the strife
Just wanted a wife
Will we ever just fit in the groove
Or should we just move
On the Golden list
I do not jist
Or just change my name
To fit and stay in the game
Never, never win
So I will just give in

Copyright © William Moore | Year Posted 2011

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What it is not to be married

As a young girl you fall in love,
Not once not twice but many times,
And then you find a man,
A man you think is the right one for you,
A man you think can keep you happy ,
The dream man you have always wished for,

The farther you are from him,
The more you love him,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,
You want to be closer,
 Nearer the merrier is what u think,

Long hours of talking on phone,
Countless hours of romance,
Yes, through phone, again,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,

You dream of marriage,
Dream of a life with him,
The few days you meet during vacation is all you know of him,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,

Then comes the big day, wedding! 
It's all dreamy and fuzzy through the 3 days of wedding,
And finally here you are married and as a wife
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,

Cooking, eating together and going out becomes a routine,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,

The first few days is when you get to know each other,
Their preferences , their choices,
You adjust, he adjusts , after all you think it's all a give and take,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,

Yes, we keep learning in life , from our mistakes and others,
In this game of marriage you do see different facets of yourself and him,
Anger,love,laughter,selfishness,care,giving,missing and more,
But this should all be tied with a feeling called 'mine'
The minute you think it's 'yours', you always understand things better ,
Never think it's him/ her, think that's yours!
Yours today, tomorrow and for ever!

 Marriage, as they say is NOT a bed of roses,
Marriage is not a fairy tale,
Not a fantasy world,
It's not cinema like,
It's not always romantic,
It's not always about you,
Marriage is about understanding,
Marriage is about thinking the other person is yours!
Feel it to live it!

Copyright © Ranj Madhavan | Year Posted 2015

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My Pa

Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !

Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2012

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Last Rodeo

Yesterday outlaws were in view
so what happened of just me and you.

As we both know this is not our first
rodeo,We must learn to lean on each
other to grow.

We cant help they both let go ten yrs
ago,Not our fault our hearts never
traveld at the speed of light.

I know one yr ago the speed of 
light led my heart into your
hands out of the bad lands 
to grow old with the new,
So lets make this our last rodeo

Copyright © Cheryl McCall | Year Posted 2009

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In 1965 I read an article in Newsweek 
a mass killing of communists, 
about a million, men, women and children. 
The writer of this article concluded with:
the communists had brought this slaughter
upon themselves.
But the aftermath of this atrocity still fester,
and the truth has to be told if this country 
is ever to find redemption.
Today Bali is a mecca for history ignorant 
tourists, who soak up the sun on a beach 
that once soaked up the blood of the innocent  

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012

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you can gain
no pain
this is  not insane'
its just plain
the turth 
and better way to play
its a 

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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what i say goes
everyone knows
thats thats way its at
so don't get loss

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2012

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need place to go
there love there
tho who care
make s yo think and wink
cause its henvenly
this is the 

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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Forgotten Love Found

Forgotten Love Found
March 31, 2011

I thought she was lost
I did not know at what cost
She did not want me
So she let me be free
But now I have no more fear
For now she has returned here
Do I really know to see?
That she really does need and want me
For now I will think and just sit
This is her chance to prove it
I will truly be very strong
And she must show me that I was wrong
Should I let go of the slack
She must show me she wants me back
Will she really come and show 
If so my heart will have such a glow
As the sun is so hot and bright in the sky
I will lose all my fears and know why
I want to hold her so bad
And by doing so I will never again be sad
All my love I will give to her now
The amount she will never know how
We will make love for the first time
It will be so exciting and so extremely fine
I hope she will want me forever
If to be we will always be together
We will have to be till the end
This is the best time we can begin

Copyright © William Moore | Year Posted 2011

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Finally a New Hope and Beginning

Finally a New Hope and Beginning
April 8, 2011 

The Finality of My Life
Is Completely a Relief and Free From All Strife
I traveled many a mile
08 to 11 It took a while
At first she was my best friend
I know in my heart it will last till the end
I feel as I should be in a gurney
For it has been such a long journey
Weeding them out
Because of finding  out all about
Some were shy 
I know not why
Most of them always wanted money
Why should I pay to be their honey
But this one just wants Bill
For with him her heart will completely fill
Full of passion and love 
Sent from heaven above
And soon we will be as one entity
Which will last through infinity
She is extremely so fine
My heart knows she is mine
We are completely entwined like a vine
And we both know it will last till the end of time

Copyright © William Moore | Year Posted 2011

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Our Love

Our Love It’s Love Your Love Our Love (Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love) 
We are love……, 
You are love……, 
Together we love……, 
Forever and always……, 
We love…….., 
Our Love It’s Love Your Love Our Love (Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love) 
We are love……, 
You are love……, 
Together we love……, 
Forever and always……, 
We love…….., 
Our Love It’s Love Your Love Our Love (Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love) 
We are love……, 
You are love……, 
Together we love……, 
Forever and always……, 
We love…….., 
Our Love It’s Love Your Love Our Love (Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love) 
We are love……, 
You are love……, 
Together we love……, 
Forever and always……, 
We love…….., 

Copyright © Sindey Forte | Year Posted 2012

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Her every look is just like thunder,
She freezes me in just a glance,
The music is on, the floor is set,
Would i be able to ask her for a dance?

She flaunts her body in that suave black dress,
Her sensual curves set my heart on fire,
I wish I could go up and talk to her,
And tell her my innermost desire.

My god when she smiles, the world goes bright,
And even the dance floor seems so less in light,
Only if i could make her notice me,
And convey her my feelings in a sight.

Oh there she moves just like a mermaid,
Gliding across the floor so smooth,
Even angels are not close to her beauty,
How i want to tell her all these truths.

She is coming this way, why? I wonder,
I don’t even think i did something now,
My mind begins to race, my heart starts to ponder,
May be i did something afterall?

“Would you ask me for dance? Or should i wait the entire night?”
She came upto me and directed her command,
“No, i was waiting for the right time” i blabbed,
With head hanging ashamed in her remand,
“We have been together for 50years!
What do you still think so much?”
She threw her angered face in blue,
“How lucky i am, how lucky i was, to have a family with u”,

I smiled and took her hand in my hands,
With some effort and a little knee pain,
Celebrating a lifetime of marriage,
Which started long back with a kiss in the rain,
How perfect she is, how perfect she was,
Only if i could tell her more and more,
Then she would know what i always thought,
How did i ever ask her to dance with me on the floor?

Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2017