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I love you.
These words are said,
Every single day,
Some with meaning,
Most sincerely,
Others, just for play.

Sing a song about the clown,
Who never went to sea.
Take your time and it will rhyme,
As you now can see.
I laid a maid, in the shade
Of a giant old pine tree
And have the mark, from the bark
On my derriere.

Friends are people
Who understand you,
Without knowing why.

Wait until this night is over,
And morning brings it's fresh refrain,
Sprinkled softly with it's silence,
Wind swept and wet with rain.

Fog descends, covering us with
A white shroud, of softness.
Halos of light can be seen,
On the headlights of autos.
Eerie light rays, project downward
From the tall streetlight sentinels.
The softness mutes the noise of
Tires, humming on a distant freeway
And the noise of dogs, barking at
The early morning, paper boy,
Delivering the news.
Foggy mornings, mystify,
Capturing my thoughts,
Like light attracts moths.

A stranger lives within me,
I know him not.
If only I could be,
That which I ought
To be, according to another,
And no, that's not the case
For it was my Mother.

I see by the fire
That glows in the room
And notice, as others,
Who peer from the gloom,
That you must have been,
Cast from without the womb,
Cause nobody wants you.
You sit and you judge,
Like nobody can,
Whether, I, in my failings,
Am less than a man.
Why?

Follow the Sun,
Burn up the road,
Sharing a bed
With a stranger.

Stay up all night,
Sleep in 'til noon.
Drink from a jug,
Passed in a circle.

Awake with my hand,
Clasped light to your breast,
The warmth of your body,
Floods over me,
And I am lost
In the reverie,
Of our time together.

Trapped within, held without,
Love for one another,
Don't you know? Can't you see,
He will be your brother?

Black, yellow, brown or white,
Mixed among all others,
Loving you, loving me,
They are all our brothers.

Sons and daughters, everyone,
Offspring, of all mothers,
You can be, what you will be,
They are all our brothers.
When we have love and trust
And respect, for each other,
I will say to you my friend,
Yes, I am your brother.

Gone, forever, from our sight,
Gone, to be no more.
Long remember those,
Who were here before.
Be proud to know,
They did not die in vain.
We are here, because
They cared, to give their lives
For those, yet unborn,
For those, yet unknown.
There are those, who will take a dream
And build, for a brighter morrow,
Have faith for there are those,
Among us, who will carry forward,
That which we believe in
And that we work for.

The cradle of love, awaits you,
As it does for every man.
It is comfort, mixed with passion
And where all life, began.
Let me whisper all the sweetness
That your ears can stand to hear,
And I will crawl into your cradle
To allow our passion to be here.

Slow and lovely, love
Comes from afar.
Chasing the moonbeam,
Or the twinkling star.
The flight of a bird
With soft muffled wing,
A beauty of flowers,
With the coming of spring.
A spider's fresh web,
All glistened with dew,
Are just a few reasons
Of why I love you.