Time has not dulled the rhythm of my soul,
Nor has death yet here silenced beating heart;
But of this span called living, this I know—
Your love for me has made the better part.
With you I have not faced the world alone,
Steadfast you’ve stood forever by my side
And in soft gentle ways your love has shown
A heart that is as constant as the tides;
But what have I to give that love denotes
For all the wondrous gifts that you’ve bestowed?
Not but these paltry tear-stained words I wrote,
Well knowing naught can pay the debt I owe.
Still here in ink I pledge to God above—
That I am yours, in pure unending love.

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I have trained hard to learn the craft of war
Yet love not rancor stays my driving force;
I’ve studied every battle gone afore
That I may know the cunning of the worst.
I’ve pushed my sinew to the breaking point,
Borne hardship that did every nerve inflame,
Harsh deprivation did my soul anoint—
Made ‘death before dishonor’ my sole claim.
I do not fear the odds, for fate’s my friend
Yet I love life as much as any soul,
And I shall give my all, right to the end
That every action may by truth be told.
What many pay in tears, I pay in blood;
When guns and steel fall dumb; what greater love?

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Fly my beautiful cherub, fly;
God’s gift so held a precious while,
Those cheerful moments that beguile
Glad hearts that never weigh goodbye.

I know the time to go is nigh
As you embark upon that mile,
I hide a heavy heart and smile
As tears well up and sting my eye.

This joyous pain cannot deny
Sweet memories staunch hearts compile
Though it may seem that love’s on trial,
I let you go with but a sigh.

I struggle and begin to cry,
Oh but to have you stay awhile
That love may not endure exile,
I understand, yet still ask why.

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What justice bides within the human mind
When some subsist while others rise above?
So marks the broader wisdom of our kind—
That one may feast while one lives hand to mouth.
In our subsistent past, by fate’s cruel course,
Some were deprived by acts of men alone;
Expropriation waged through brutal force
Set who had meat, and who was left the bone.
By Christian rule all alms were solemn grace,
The righteous swayed by love of God to give
So when they finally gazed upon His face,
All earthly trespass, He might there forgive.
The worth of charity stands ever strong—
For unto providence each soul belongs.

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Selena came to me again last night,
Smiling, aloof, her Mona Lisa eyes
Following my every move in jealous sight,
Vaporous silvered clouds her thin disguise.
She watched me as I wandered through the trees
Walking the path down to the ancient mill;
In darkened air stirred by a gentle breeze,
The brook flowed fast, the wooden wheel stood still.
Oft times we met here drawn by love alone,
Listening to sweet nightingales sing;
The moveless paddles stopped all hope torn foam
As if to sodden round, my life did cling.
What love is this that nightly dreams do make—
To ravish so at dusk; at dawn forsake?

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