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Reminisce

REMINISCE
                                     
                                      WHEN I SIT BACK AND REMINISCE
                                      ABOUT THE FIRST MAN WHO CLAIMED
                                      LOVE AND ENDLESS BLISS
                                      I HEARD HIM SAY WITHOUT DELAY
                                      DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES
                                      AS HE LAID ME DOWN
                                      FOR THE FIRST TIME
                                      WHISPERING WORDS IN MY EAR
                                      THAT HE WANTS TO BE MINE
                                      PROCLAIMING TO ME IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY
                                      I HEARD HIM SAY AS IF IT WAS TODAY
                                      DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR DAYS
                                      OH, HOW HE PROFESSED HE LOVED ME
                                      ACKNOWLEDGING I'LL LOVE WILL 
                                      ENDURE UNTIL ETERNITY
                                      THEN I HEARD HIM SAY TO MY DISMAY
                                      DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES 
                                      THEN ONE, TWO THREE BEFORE
                                      YOU COULD SAY FOUR    
                                      HE HAD ZIPPED UP HIS PANTS 
                                      AND WAS OUT THE DOOR
                                      HIS WORDS STAY WITH ME FOREVER MORE
                                      DON'T  TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!

Copyright © Willette Harmon | Year Posted 2016



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Love Cry

LOVE  CRY

                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVE I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED EVER SO TRUE
                  I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED IT'S EACH AND EVERYONE I LOVE
                  I JUST WANT THAT SPECIAL LOVE TO HOLD AND ENDURE
                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED EVER SO TRUE
                  I'VE TOUCH THE SURFACE OF LOVE EMPTY SHALLOW PHRASES OF
                  LOVE FRAMELESS PICTURES OF LOVE COME FADING THROUGH
                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED TO OPEN UP MY HEART TO LOVE 
                  TO RELEASE MY SPIRIT TO LOVE FOR WHAT UNMEASURABLE
                  SCALE OF LOVE WITH ENDLESS HUE
                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
                  ONLY THE ECHOES OF LOVE COME BELLOWING THROUGH
                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED EVER SO TRUE
                  I KNOW THE TWIST OF LOVE AND THE TURNS OF LOVE
                  I WOULD LIKE TO SPIN MY LOVE INTO SOMETHING TRUE
                  I WILL BE YOUR LOVE IF IN ME YOU SEE YOUR LOVE
                  I'LL GIVE TO YOU ALL MY LOVE SO HONEST AND PURE
                  I HAVE HAD DREAMS OF LOVE AND CREAMS OF LOVE
                  BUT YOU ARE MY HOT FONDUE OF LOVE
                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
                  I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED BUT ONLY BY YOU

Copyright © Willette Harmon | Year Posted 2016

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Dancer of Love

DANCER  OF  LOVE

                          
                          SHE JUST STAYED IN HER ROOM AND DANCED               
                          SHE JUST STAYED IN HER ROOM AND DANCED
                          SHE NEVER THOUGHT TO GO OUTSIDE HER DOOR
                          THERE WAS NOT ANYTHING OUT THERE
                          FOR HER TO EXPLORE
                          SHE JUST STAYED IN HER ROOM AND DANCED
                          YOU WOULD FIND HER AT ANY HOUR
                          SINGING SMILING AND KNEELING DOWNWARD
                          PEOPLE WONDERED WHY THEY CALLED HER INSANE
                          HER PECULIAR HABIT COULD NOT BE EXPLAINED
                          EVEN THOUGH THEY ALL DIFFERED AND ACTED STRANGE
                          THEY WERE QUITE AT EASE WITH EACH OTHER
                          AND EACH OTHER WAYS
                          THEY CAME OUT TO BOAST TO CURSE TO PLAY
                          SHE JUST STAYED IN HER ROOM AND DANCED
                          SHE MUST BE CRAZY SO WITHOUT DELAY
                          THEY CAME ONE DAY AND LOCKED HER AWAY
                          SHE DID NOT WORRY SHE DID NOT STRAIN
                          SHE HAD NO STRESS SHE HAD NO PAIN
                          SHE WISHED THEM NO HARM SHE DID NOT COMPLAIN
                          SHE DID NOT CRY SHE DID NOT SIGH
                          SHE NOT QUESTION  OR ASKED THEM WHY
                          SHE JUST STAYED IN HER ROOM AND DANCED  
                          SHE JUST STAYED IN HER ROOM AND DANCED
                          YOU WOULD FIND HER AT ANY HOUR
                          SINGING SMILING AND KNEELING DOWNWARD

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Senses

my senses keep you forever with me
my mouth misses the taste 
of your tender kiss
my face misses the caress
of your tender touch
how sweet were your words
when you whispered them
softly in my ear
how my heart misses you
and wish that you were here
time has not begun to erase
your memory from my mind
my senses keep you forever with me
my thoughts of you are kind
i miss the smell of your body
pressing next to mine
i see your face before me
i need and want you so much
you are forever with me
but you i can not touch
my senses keep you forever with me
as each day goes by with time
you will be forever with me
you will be forever mine

Copyright © Willette Harmon | Year Posted 2016

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Illusionist

ILLUSIONIST


                                I FIND MYSELF QUITE AMAZED THAT AGAIN                
                                          I PORTRAYED THIS ILLUSION
                                I HAD DECIDED TO GIVE UP THE MASQUERADE
                                I DO NOT KNOW HOW OR WHY IT HAPPENED
                                THAT I PUT THE WRONG FACE ON TODAY
                                         WHETHER IT WAS IN MY HASTE
                                PERHAPS THE DIMNESS OF THE LIGHT OR DUE 
                                TO THE BLINDNESS OF MY HEART I REACHED 
                                INTO MY DRAWER AND PULLED OUT THE WRONG 
                                MASK ASTONISHED I WORE A SMILE FOR YOU THIS 
                                THIS TIME  WHEN IT TRULY SHOULD HAVE BEEN 
                                A FROWN WHY DO I FIND IT NECESSARY JUST TO 
                                KEEP YOUR FEELINGS INTACT FOR ME TO KEEP UP
                                       THIS ILLUSION OF CONTENTMENT
                                FOR ME TO CONCEAL THE WAY YOU SOMETIMES
                                MAKE MR FEEL I THOUGHT  CLOWNS HAD THE
                                       MONOPOLY ON DECEPTION
                                FOOLING THE WORLD WITH THEIR PAINTED
                                FACES AND WIDE GRIN IF YOU WOULD CARE TO
                                LOOK A LITTLE CLOSER I AM THAT CLOWN
                                       I AM THE MASTER OF ILLUSION

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PEARLS

I did not know I had an ocean full of Pearls
For you to conquer
Yet you took them freely
The dive  was deep
Your rapture of me surfing from ocean to shore
I drowned in the essence of you
How deep was the eruption of the waters
In the clear blue sea
I have washed up on the shore
A rock of seashells burning
In the everlasting sun


Copyright © Willette Harmon | Year Posted 2024

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Twilight of Love

TWILIGHT OF LOVE

                                       YOU DO NOT OR WILL EVER LOVE ME
                                       THE WAY I WOULD LIKE YOU TO
                                       YOUR HEART ONLY HAS MEMORIES OF ANOTHER
                                       IN YOUR PAIN OF FORGETTING HER
                                       YOU NEED ONLY TO REMEMBER
                                       HOW TRANSITIONAL YOUR LIFE MUST BE NOW
                                       WHEN YOU HOLD ME IT FEELS LIKE
                                       THERE IS SOME TWILIGHT OF LOVE
                                       OR THE NEED FOR LOVE
                                       I CAN LOVE YOU KNOWING WHEN TRUE
                                       TIMES TAKE OVER YOU WILL BE GONE
                                       I'LL WAIT UNTIL THAT TIME COMES
                                       WHY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
                                       EVEN IF IT IS THE ART OF WANTING LOVE
                                       YOU ARE THE ONE I WANT
                                       YOU ARE THE ONE I NEED
                                       JUST BY KNOWING YOU A SHORT WHILE 
                                       HOW ENRICHING MY LIFE HAS BECOME
                                       I KNOW YOU ARE THE MAN 
                                       I DREAMED OF ALL MY LIFE
                                       MORE THAN THAT I KNOW
                                       YOU ARE JUST A DREAM
                                       HOW REAL WAS THE FANTASY FOR ME
                                       I COULD ONLY THANK YOU
                                       FOR LETTING ME KNOW YOU DO EXIST

Copyright © Willette Harmon | Year Posted 2016

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Roses

ROSES


                                       WHEN YOU CAME INTO THE DOOR
                                       YOU HAD ROSES IN YOUR HAND
                                       NOT KNOWING I WOULD BE THERE
                                       EMBARRASSED, YOU OFFERED ME ONE
                                       HOW COULD I EXCEPT A ROSE
                                       YOU HAD BOUGHT FOR ANOTHER
                                       YOU SAID IT WAS JUST AN
                                       APOLOGETIC GESTURE TO
                                       EXCUSE SOMETHING YOU HAD DONE
                                       THE NIGHT BEFORE
                                       GOING BACK OUT THE DOOR
                                       WITH ROSES IN HAND
                                       WAIT FOR ME, YOU SAID
                                       I'LL WAIT, I HAVE NO REASON TO
                                       SHOW ANY SIGNS OF POSSESSION
                                       I'LL WAIT FOR YOU
                                       JUST LIKE I WAITED
                                       THE NIGHT BEFORE

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CAN I Believe

Do I believe? can I believe? 
I feel the anxiety.
It creeps up on me like a tiger in the night
Slowly going for her prey.
And with one swift jump, she encompasses
All there is to satisfy her whim, her hunger.
I am hungry too! I have been hungry
For such a long time!
My heart is swollen but with one soft
Pressure from your lips on mine,
I release, I cry. The tears come
Falling down around me.
I am drowned with the mere
Essence of you! 
In all the time, and all the  wait
Is it my time?
The answer is only yes, yes, yes.

Copyright © Willette Harmon | Year Posted 2024

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DEATH MY HEART DO TAKE

What is it like to sit and wait
Your only  dream to die
When you are living beyond your fate
You bow your head and cry
Some people scorn at dying
They say death please don't come
But when you are old in need of rest
You need a peaceful home
Death is beauty death is sweet
It comforts you so dear
So when the darkness before you come
You need not shed a tear
The tears once from your wrinkled face
Will altogether soon depart
When death and you embrace
Loneliness will be but in the past
Your dream will be fulfilled
No more loneliness sorrow and hurt
Which carried you through those last years
Death is a new beginning
It sometimes justifies the means
For when you are old and lonely
You may welcome death in

Copyright © Willette Harmon | Year Posted 2024

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