it is not silly,
when you fall in love
and see the sun
in his eyes
and your heart skips a bit
it is happiness
when the air
feels scented
because somewhere
in the wide world
someone loves you too
make a lace
of each golden thread
that the sun weaves
round your heart
it is not silly
when you know
above all else
you need nothing
to fall in love.
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Just Perfect!
We pled love, he called me a witch, I tickled his fancy, I danced to his dandy, we stayed in a clinch.
In gurgling streams, a perfect garden, a troth was made never to fade he called me a witch that stole his thunder!
In flowered dreams, the years rolled by, the endearments took a hue, from the many frets, when natured served us hets as lessons of love his eyes took a shine, to varied shapes askew, that taunted our troth. if only I was truly a witch! I would weld his wanderings!
Just one Look
Across the room there was no name; to the emotion; the air was thin; my breadth was strained, my knees became jellies, took an eternity, to complete my breadth, that was lodged between my breast.
He walked away, as I turned away, from the darkened door to my bright happiness
Never saw him again; each morning though; I remember with pain;
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the sun that went away at dawn.