Love always thinks it's chosen well,
Discerns no qualities to criticize.
In the loved one all is loveable,
And defects become virtues in a lover's eyes.
To speak, or write, or sing of love,
A lover needs no dictionary.
The words come tripping off the tongue,
For love provides its own vocabulary:
A girl who's pale is jasmine white,
And her purity is felt;
If swarthy, she's a simmering brunette;
One who's wafer-thin, with skin stretched tight,
Is willowy and svelte;
A chubby one's a sugar plum, a pet;
A sloppy and untidy girl's a wild and carefree soul;
On a giantess bestow a goddess air;
A small girl might be a mignonette, button cute, a doll;
A vain girl's assumed dignity gives her charms beyond compare;
Shy girls are smart;
Dull ones simple and sweet;
A chatterbox, engagingly bright;
The silent one's dark and mysteriously deep,
Affected, maybe,
But love makes that all right.
So a truly smitten lover loves all the faults of his beloved,
And ever has it been thus since "the Fall".
Whom your heart says love, you love her,
Not in fits and starts, or selected parts,
But farts…
And warts…
And all.
Love letter to the American Dream
Time has not been kind to the Giantess
Of American fame. With dreams they come
Attracted to the bright beacon promise,
Only to be dashed against the fear-dome
Of freedom lost. The Sea-washed, sunset Walls
Stand tall, guarding a crushed and crumbling Empire.
Her ruthless eyes watch for any exiled souls
That dare cross, clutching in hand a warning pyre.
“What has happened to my American Dream?”
The people cry, “Promised were we, a welcome-world
For the tired, the lost and homeless.” “Whim,
Were those words. Turn back. As lies you were told.”
The titan glare glowed world wide, gates were shut.
Hopes dimmed. But like Lazarus, would rise again.
I become enmeshed in my fears
Soaked in sweat and tears
Screaming and wondering who's near
Enough to hear
But for those timeless moments
There are no eyes or ears
Because dreams occur in isolation
So I don't know
What hurts more, the helplessness
Or the hopelessness
People reading this might think I'm weird
I scream in pain
In my deepest dreams
When problems rain down my day
And scream out my name
While flying in my face taunting me
Wanting me to scream in pain
And when I scream
I forget to pray and thus lose the day
Because then my outcomes
Are predetermined by my nightmares
And then,
The giantess from my sister's dreams
Appears and chases me across the plain
And I run but I'm no match
Because her stride is worth ten of mine
And I'm caught the moment I stop
To catch a breath
She says I'm all she needs for a meal
Brings me up to her nose and sniffs
And then I jump and endlessly fall
Screaming until I'm zapped out of sleep
Trying out a ten ton tortoise on a trotter angle is never the same as tying a fish to a rock. Godly greedily grabbed groping goblins games. Many many many times more said a morning. Pleased. With a big smile. Snoozing is nit a snaffle or a sniffle so dance lengthways with a bean. With hair. It is opulence that portrays a wise carnivore and an owl sings la dee dah at sundown. Beam not a moose then. Wearing wearer weaving wearying waves. Xx ha. Hmmm. Kind of a giantess or giants of the world and ha xx xx number of people who have been omitted from the fact of being xxxxx hahahaha and percentage of pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis xxxx
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