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Singular Passion

Shall we walk upon the sand
Telling tales while holding hands
Shall we kiss like lovers do
Making promises sweet and true

Shall we dance in the moonlit room

Holding each other’s hearts in our own …

Shall we lay in each other’s arms
Living for the moment’s pleasurable charms
Believing that we can hold on
with all our might
To keep the passion
of the night

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Oh, My Passionate Poet

Stroke me gently with your words
Of flesh to flesh
and mind to mind
Heart to heart
So hard to find

Seduce me with your rhythms sweet
Of lovers passion
Souls colliding
Face to face
Stopping time

Oh, poet how I love thy pen
The way it brings my heart to flames
My eyes to tears
My heart to cry
My mind to hear

Spin your phrases, make them sing
Draw my heart closer
To feel your passion
Drawing out mine
Lost from time

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Hold My Hand Ten Times

Hold my hand one time

My companion and my listener

Hold my hand two times

My consoler and my validator

Hold my hand three times

My shelter from the storm

Hold my hand four times

My medicine man and healer

Hold my hand five times

My friend and confidant

Hold my hand six times

My supporter and biggest fan

Hold my hand seven times

My strong and handsome man

Hold my hand eight times

My muse and inspiration

Hold my hand nine times

My hope and adoration

Hold my hand ten times

My lover and my soul mate

The reason I stay up late

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End of the Day

The day has come

to reach it’s end

For you and I

and us and them

To sleep a while

perhaps to rest


upon your chest

Your hands caress

my head and hair

your lips can kiss

my forehead there

I wish it were true

that you were here

but it’s all in a dream

Then you disappear

Your voice over the phone

is faint and distant

Like imagery dreams

upon a lake

with castles on

the hilltop green

and mermaids singing

but never seen

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The Place I Will Always Call Home


is the feeling I have when I’m with you


is the sound of your voice


is the warmth of your hand holding my hand


is the smile on your face

Of all of the places I’ve lived in my lifetime

There’s none that can  truly compare

To the way that I feel

When you hold me so close

And you  stroke your hand over my hair

The way you support me when I am successful

And catch me whenever I fall

So we may end up

In a house here or there

In the places

where you want to roam

I know in my heart

Anyplace where you are

Is the place

That I’ll always call