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Paul Wrightson Poem
When I first saw the gift in front of me,
I was excited by its curling bow,
Its bright blue paper beaming beautif'lly.
And after some time, I unwrapped it. "O!"
I said, "Why it's a book of poetry."
Its cover intrigued. I read a po-
em about a pirate of some fancy,
Who had no treasures of gold to bestow
Upon his fair maiden. His destiny;
The poet's rambling, didn't impress me, so
I set the book aside. A sad trophy
Collecting dust. A minor memento.
And then something happen'd, almost divine,
One day that book said, "Be My Valentine!"
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Paul Wrightson Poem
If Love be ever so blind
The attraction to such fair a grace
Would scarcely be so strong defined
But fade sharply off with ne'er a trace
If Love be ever so blind.
If Love be ever so blind
Warm breath would not escape
A soul when adoring eyes do find
The stellar charm hair does drape
If Love be ever so blind
If Love be ever so blind
Rainbows would be a vivid gray
Lost amidst the clouds, undefined;
And night no longer contrasts the day
If Love be ever so blind
If Love be ever so blind
When such a vision lights the darkest sky
The sun, moon and stars entwined!
Why can I see so clearly, why?
If Love be
ever so
blind
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Paul Wrightson Poem
Alone he sits in my room
and waits for me patiently,
He was my comfort, my friend,
he was my security.
Once I showered him with Love
he was always there for me.
I'd hold him and hug him tight
in my arms eternally.
My teddy bear was my prince,
defender against all fears
Great or small, and together
we discovered new frontiers.
I felt he was a great knight
against the thundering boom,
And storms ne'er scared me, but now
alone he sits in my room.
So I picked him up today.
I embraced him all night long,
And it made me feel so warm
to know his Love was still strong.
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