Sweet spring! The resurrection of the world—
Resurgence of new life upon the land;
Wintertide’s retreat, its frosty flag now furled,
‘Midst piping songs and flowered sweet command;
There heralding summer’s conquest, green and bold,
Burgeoning emerald riches from the sun,
Abounding trees and fields with verdant gold—
With fruit full-burdened, bending branches down;
So on to autumn with its piquant hues,
The orange, the yellow and blood-crimson red,
Resplendent hills besplashed in paint anew,
Late summer’s bounty brimming every shed.
A pageantry of life in seasoned time;
Each trip around our orb—a gift sublime.

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What will you think of me when I have gone
To windswept shore or yet proud rising land,
Off to those dreams I fed my soul upon,
My rod or rifle steady in my hand;
Beyond the sad corruption of the day
And darkened dreams that haunt the sullied night,
To timeless hope where way leads to blessed way,
Pastoral scenes to ever grace my sight.
Will you remember then all battles fought,
Great wars fair won, and those lost in despair,
Where win or lose, true victory was sought—
My glory or defeat in measured share;
And when they play for me the final fife,
Recall from every score—I bled pure life.

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Do you recall betwixt those smoldering sheets
Where passioned loins did oft ignite with fire—
Dark sultry eyes that burned in lust replete,
Hot breath the bellows of pure lust’s desire?
There did I hold your fervor in my arms,
And feel the heat of ravenous, raging thighs
Drawn deep within the cauldron of your charms,
Soon spasm quenched, amidst sin-searing cries?
Then sweat on sweat the pyre’s zeal assuaged,
As breast to breast two furnaces did roar,
While craving hands implored that love spent swage
To rise and ream the steaming rent once more.
By ardor razed, no embers left to quell;
Braised full to glow in heaven—and sweet hell.

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For you shall live forever in this rune,
That future eyes your wonders may astound,
And softer far than lines in chiseled stone,
From love’s own lips, no grander praise be found.
Though portraits and mementos may attest
Devotion marked by lovers long since passed,
A lyric memory where true love’s confessed
Shall be the sweeter shrine that Time outlast.
Of peerless beauty here I humbly scrive,
Pure sterling virtue, grace beyond compare,
Angelic harmony of heart divine
With elegance to makes a sovereign stare.
May golden ink flow from this humble pen,
To here prove worth that shan’t be seen again.

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For what have I, if not my love for you?
I’d give up all to have you by my side;
And what is life, if not a passage through,
A flicker brief, borne on by mortal pride.
We came with naught and with naught we shall go;
All worldly chattel—merely tools we use
To ease the transit of our mortal souls—
Sweet journey such, our only worth to lose.
But oh, what sadness to trek on alone,
What wealth can buy the sunset true loves share?
To end this shining moment having known,
That love alone is all that matters there?
This bond brings wealth no king could ever own,
And power yet beyond the tyrant’s throne.

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We form a lyric couplet, you and I,
Our love inscribed within a living song;
Abreast in meter, matched in perfect rhyme,
Two spirits joined in life, as in a poem.
Each line so writ in complement to prove
With each to follow each in blessed form,
Where every word’s a metaphor for love
And similes sublime our thoughts adorn.
Yet when our volta comes, how will we fare?
My hope is that we brave it light and true
So that sweet joys and dreams beyond compare
Proclaim our verse when time bids us adieu.
May future eyes that love can still amaze
Recite these lines in wonder and in praise.

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