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I felt your work begin; Your touch became the silver rays That crawled across my skin. Your voice became the stylus, My heart - your canvas white. Your words became the medium You worked with in the night. Each brush stroke carried tenderness, Warm hues of passion's flame. Your masterpiece breathed with desire Before you signed your name. With the dawn your portrayal vanished, Yet within me remains ever whole; For your love was the vivid image You had painted upon my soul. |
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You ask of the glorious view. But my thoughts are lost in other things While walking out here with you... "You going to my premier?" I ask. Shaking your head, you take my hand... "Prior commitment," you say, then smile, "But you know I'll change my plans." And I see us grow old together After raising up two fine sons, And, still devoted, we live each day Like our lives had just begun. Again, you ask, regarding the scene. And I smile for you haven't a clue Of the wonderful life I've been living While walking out here with you. |
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In search of a worthwhile heart. Secure I shall settle, without mar or meddle; Once there, my activities start. Valued as much, my voice and my touch, Thus soothing your sad troubled soul; Allow me my due and I shall hold you Within the soft love that I know. Hear my sweet song, if you like sing along, Add harmony to every word; Hold me as dear and, yes, you will hear A comfort like none other heard. My melody lifts, is a beautiful gift, No other can match what I give; Permit me to know your inner-most soul And I'll love you as long as I live. |
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A tender embrace that lives on through the night. Lost in a love everlasting and pure; Secure in the knowledge that it will endure. Tis my every wish, a place I will stay, Exists in my heart through the whole of each day; And then, in the dark, with the glowing moon rise; Again, I shall dance in the light of your eyes. |
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One day, without warning, it came. Its harmonic tempestuous chorus In my heart kept reciting his name. His song is not sung or spoken, It holds no reason or rhyme; Yet traverses a chasm of miles And knows not the constraint of time. Like a symphony he seized my essence, So much more than just characters seen; His voice embraced me in the night And a bond has been forged, it seems. Inspiration I glean from it daily, Feeling lost in his softness and warmth; Yet the passion ignited within me Takes on the air of a fire storm. It matters not what I am doing, He is consistently on my mind. His ballad is constant upon my heart And our music is now entwined. |
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Is more difficult to share, Than this perfect love I feel for you, With nothing to compare. No one has created words To describe its endless glow; No river has run the distance To compare how far it flows. And since there is no way to show Its vastness written in rhyme, I can only express my love for you As outlasting the end of time. |
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