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My love for another,
is not what you think.
There is no carousing,
or imbibing in drink.
A newfound affection,
the four legged kind,
your newest companion,
a loyal one too.
Here is a, new
puppy for you.
A small Pug,
will have to do.

One step is a journey.
A journey too far,
when you cannot walk
and you don't have a car.

Low grew the plant,
not touching the ground,
providing a shelter from
the rain and the Sun.
A beautiful plant of
red, yellow and greens,
not of this earth
but from your dreams.

Your first christmas,
no mother to be,
gathered with family,
around the tree.
No idle chatter,
voices won't sing,
embraces now gone.
Soft words spoken,
remembrance, now lost,
missing your mother,
not here today.
With your father,
this heavenly day.

Give you thanks,
for what can be,
standing strong
against tyranny,
of those who rail
at our Democracy.
We are one nation,
immigrants, all.
in this great land,
thanks be to God.

My loves sanity
struggled last night.
She is not a crier
but tears clogged her sight.
She couldn't explain
what was happening to she.
The fear in her eyes,
filled with much uncertainty.

Words can be smooth.
Words can be sharp.
Words can cut
straight to your heart.
Words which are hurtful,
as many can be,
when used with hate,
without empathy.
Words can be soothing,
when said with love;
an abundance of care.
Words can bring promise,
when used for praise
or bring a new sadness
if said in malaise.

I love the reflection
of moonlight in your eyes.
A dazzling sight,
cannot be disguised.

An amber beam,
a light array.
Its golden glow,
now on display.
A rising Sun,
a cold sky.
Snow, a treat,
and we rejoice.
It's still wet.

This World we live in,
by the grace of God,
is best enjoyed
on top of the sod.

Among the ashes and the dust,
stands an old car, riddled with rust.
Stored in a garage for over 50 years,
it's hidden beauty will soon appear.
Collectors searching far and wide
hope on hope to find such a ride.