I play these words for you on my piano—
Gently, softly and ever so lightly;
Rich chords to stir the music in your soul,
Sweet fading notes felt ever more deeply;
This little song of love, my gift to you
For all your tender kindness, past compare,
And all those countless things that lovers do
That make hearts sing, or simply stop and stare
At love’s pure majesty, grown one from two.
As music mingles like two rivers joined,
As arms embrace and meld fond hearts as one,
Impassioned couplings ‘neath a silver’d moon…
So let us sing and dance our life away—
And may our love’s sweet music ever play.

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Red roses given are a gift sublime
And capture love’s sweet essence in perfume;
But blossoms crowning thorny stems remind—
Short distance sits between sharp barb and bloom.
As love can bring both pleasure and great pain
So fitting then this symbol of true love;
Though charms abate, the memories there remain,
With pangs or pleasures ever hearts to move.
A bitter sweetness thus enshrines the rose
Whose flourish fades, yet favor transcends time,
As floral odors on a lover’s clothes
Wane from the silk, but linger in the mind;
Though scented petals oft love’s stage adorn—
Rare is the heart that never braves a thorn.

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One life is not enough to live with you;
Reminds the fading glory in the west,
For he at dawn renews his golden hue
As we drift daily closer to our rest.
His march relentless, measured out by time—
Though oft the clouds besmirch his radiant smile,
Yet to our eyes, each day a steeper climb
That leaves our limbs to bear a heavier toil.
Though time’s pace quickens, love grows ever strong,
Where months turn weeks, and weeks turn fleeting days;
Still, be our time together short or long—
What matters this when laboring in love’s praise?
Yes though our sun may set, it too shall rise—
Each day I see forever in your eyes.

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That I was never worthy of your love
Has been declared by many a sharp tongue;
Yet hearing such did spur me to reprove—
Of all your suitors, I sought love alone.
Though lacking of fine purse, I drew my wage;
No title given—this I won with sense,
Sound proper wit, no wisdom of an age;
Life was my school, and toil my recompense.
With righteous patience I did bide my time,
Each promise made, in truth I swore to keep;
One purpose sure—that you’d be ever mine,
True love thus sown, in vested hope to reap.
Though not of noble birth, I begged your hand—
Not lord nor king…but still, a self-made man.

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If courage found might place your hand in mine,
And let me search those deep, dark sultry eyes,
Might gentle fingers in sweet love entwine
And heart to heart, dear smiles of love apprise;
Soft whispers then of many love-worn thoughts,
That slowly waft upon the twilight breeze,
Where breast to breast and lips to lips now locked
Enrapture hope—life’s pure, eternal theme.
But you sit now so far away from me,
No simple arms to breach that chasm cross,
There frozen fast in doubt’s uncertainty,
My love’s own strength, endorsing here a loss.
Yes I—a craven fool—lost in my part,
Lips poised to kiss, now tremble with my heart.

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I mourn—pen in my hand, you in my heart,
Tears in my eyes; why did you have to go
Without so much a word you wished to start
A new life on your own—forge on alone
Into that great, wide, empty world sans me?
Not even a goodbye, nor yet a sigh,
Nor better still, a why you so chose to flee—
No sign to one who only wished you nigh,
Forever—life is cruel to those who care,
Who give their hearts to barren loves like ours;
Who grieves for those love  passed—souls laid bare
In pain beyond compare, who while the hours?
A distant church bell tolls—for me, or you,
Or someone whom providence has smiled on too.

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Selena slipped through my window last night,
Her silver essence claddening my bed,
Embracing me in tender beams of white—
Pearlescent fingers stroked my pillowed head.
I lay there moveless, daring not to speak—
How oft I prayed that such a night would come;
In endless reveries such grace to seek,
And now to have her in my arms—alone.
What joyous rapture her sweet smile did bring,
What exaltation in her vaporous form;
Erotic bliss beyond all mortal sin,
Impassioned, pyroclastic joy reborn.
To love a minute, or to love all time—
What matters this for such a love sublime?

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For I have loved—yes loved!—oh, loved in vain;
Few men can quench the thirst of heart’s desire;
And love once lost does memory ever stain,
To sear the soul much like a funeral pyre.
Lived I a king in love’s sublimity;
One summer short was my god-granted sway,
Yes you—my queen—sworn ever there to be
In sovereign love, forever and a day.
Then came my foe, black Fate—foul scourge of kings,
That dreaded doomster of the hopes of men,
Great spoiler to the reach of mortal dreams
To humble quite the pith of favored plans.
One day a king, the next a pauper bare…
What majesty to have you once so near.

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The universe exploded into light,
And in an instant, my love for you formed;
Dark energy propelled it through the night
‘Midst matter black and cosmic clumps there torn.
A stellar nursery formed our first star,
By gravity’s embrace—a bond too strong;
Then burst apart—a supernova war—
And in a pico-second, love was gone.
Yet unseen forces drew us back again,
A nebula of ancient astral dust,
Erasing there that void where loss had been,
Compressing then a plasmic core of trust;
And love so fused, once more our star did shine—
A symbol bright, born at the edge of time.

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For I have loved you as a man insane,
Sound reason lost amidst a crazed desire;
A single-mindedness past praise or shame,
Raw brazen lust consuming like a fire.
I close my eyes and all I see is you,
Your voice calls to me in the still of night;
Your countenance adorns both sun and moon,
Your smile alone still blinding in sweet light.
So drawn, I yet still fear your loving touch,
And in asylum I do love afar;
For love like this is clear a burdened trust—
My essence crushed, should such a love bear scorn.
Still in my mind, I lavish you with care,
My love remains—a dream of glad despair.

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