Love Is

Love is: hugs and kisses at the door,
thinking your mate loves you more,
pleasures of both felt by each,
waiting hands always in reach,
arms that hold and squeeze just right,
dozing embraced till the morning light,
discovering beauty with every move,
every song sharing the groove,
time apart passes far too slow,
time together is all systems go,
troubles fade when the other’s near,
smiles continuous with never a tear,
laughter erupts at the littlest of things,
love is the joy that it brings.

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Pleasant Thoughts

She’s the radiance of a sunset,
I hope to never end.
She’s the softness of a petal,
on the rose I’d love to send.
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My imagination hears her voice,
with every gentle breeze.
My life would fill with thank you’s,
if only I could please.

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Seeing the Light

Shades of perfection –
a pause for reflection.
Softness felt on shapely curves,
a goddess of light, calming nerves.
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Time stands still shaped in stone.
A memory forged, never alone.
Shadows illuminate visions anew.
Shades of perfection – as are you!

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Special thanks to the unknown photographer and inspirational model 🙂

The Glee of We

Daily poetry’s flowing free.
It’s the thought of you and me.
A dream come true, I couldn’t foresee.
She’s a vision of loveliness if ever there be.

This wonderful surge came surprisingly,
though an end will come to this writing spree.
But my love will keep, I hope you see.
The only limit is my longevity.

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Morning Triku #171 ~ No Roads an Island

Weathering Heights

With beauty comes love.
With nature comes peace of mind.
Both come change with force.
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Guess Good

Heaven or hell is.
It’s the instant before death.
Pre and post a guess.
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No End

Running on empty,
writing talk of walk the walk,
while crawling on full.

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A Beautiful Day

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With bay breezes to call our own,
we savored the scents of flora unknown.
We explored a “cottage” of comfort and beauty,
though none as splendid as the beauty with me.

With green eyes glowing and blonde hair flowing,
hand in hand our two hearts knowing.
We’ve art and nature and the joy it brings,
a victrola played and to me she sings.

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