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Moonlight etches our shadowed caress
across a canvas of burning sand
as night winds lift the hem of my dress
that magically kisses your hand.
St..
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Should I tell you, or should I have you guess?
Will you give me your all and nothing less?
From penciled shadows and the great heart's ache,
a long..
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Life's golden ambrosia sparkles on high,
whose faint breath is sweet and whose hands are fair.
She has perfumed gifts that are not for sky;
yet, co..
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You are dark and mysterious,
with a heart of scholared creeds.
You are strong and impervious
like a rock among the reeds.
You are resolute and a..
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He spent the night with me last night,
listening to me weep and cry.
He held me tightly till the morning light,
then kissed me softly and said good..
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Tears fall in the stillness beneath a shooting star,
whose bitter sweetness has a sadness yet to claim.
With moon in hand, night waves along a shall..
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Caged in the poet's lonely heart
is a bird that aches to be free.
She yearns to lift her wings in flight
and to trill from the highest tree.
Her..
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The infant that is born in the birth of dreams.
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On my belly, as you enter me, I think of the sumbeam and the rose.
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Leave me not fading though I walk alone in the autumn eve remembering you.
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