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She glanced at him,
as he walked by.
He looked at her,
knowing not why.

A single encounter,
as if by chance,
could this lead to,
a new romance?

He stopped again,
as if to try,
she said no to him,
with a sigh.

"Please don't bother me,"
she said to he.
"Please go away,
and leave me be."

Chocolate dream, up in the sky,
Or chocolate in the chocolate pie,
You say you love me,
I wonder why?
Do you tease me,
Or in your way,
Will it be another day,
That goes by,
With me wondering
What I will say.

When I say, I love you
And you say it back to me.
When I say, I worry,
You say "worry not for me."

"Don't be sad", you tell me,
"For what will be, will be".
But when I see you fading
And there is less memory,
Then I feel so helpless
And I weep for thee.

At any social function,
When your eyes start to dim
And the words, you once remembered,
Are no longer, yours to be,
When the words, stop coming,
I will weep for thee.

Across the Valley, atop the hill
comes the shrill call of a Whippoorwill.
The haunting cry, give me a chill
up my spine; it always will.
Gone from my mind; that was until
I heard the cry of the Whippoorwill.
Long did I wonder, why time stood still,
when I heard the cry of the Whippoorwill.

Tufts of hair,
A swirling.
Eyes that glisten,
Mouth an orb,
Open to the wind.
Ears, with penchant,
Sounds a flowing,
Sighing, in the night,
Echoes from the
Empty corridors
And vacant rooms,
Until morning light.

When I was young,
not quite a teen,
I thought I knew
what a life did mean.
But now with years
gone, so quickly by,
I know not of life
nor can I try
to explain to you, my friend
how suddenly this
long life will end.

I am but one person in this world
And I will be what I will be.
I will march to my own drummer
And I will sing my own sweet song.
Those of you who don't like that;
You don't have to march along.

Loving you, is easier than,
anything.
Loving you, is the best
thing that I do,
for loving you gives me
more happiness,
than all the creature
comforts in the world.
Holding you, while
standing , in a crowed room,
lying with my head
above your shoulder
or gently placing my
hand upon your breast,
is true happiness.

So many words, stuck in my head.
Some quite lame; others I dread
To stay within my mind's confine,
Will soon appear to paper, line by line,
To be liked or not and be sublime.
Hopefully you will find those that rhyme.

Let us fly on gossamer wings,
Into the air that Nature brings.
Lift up into the beautiful sky,
Flapping our wings, as we try
To soar for hours each day,
Seeing the flowers colorful array.

A frosty morning
Flowered buds all closed
Opening with the Sun

An inland sea provides great delight
when the stars; those seen at night,
those twinkling gems, in the sky,
bring forth memories of you and I.
A star so bright, in heavenly array
comes to us from light years away.