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Where did you go,
My elusive child?
Why did you run away?
Will I see you again
Or have I thrown it away?

I wonder, if the words I've written,
Sometime in the past,
Compiled and now nourished,
Come forth, in a giant blast,
Gushing from within me,
Like a fountain on the loose
Or is it just a bucket full
That's spilled and now,
Because of use,
Dries up again.

If I say I love you,
Would you turn and
Run from me?

Love is a word of wonder,
At least it is to me.
It can be used by lovers,
Friends and family.

To me, it is a strength to say,
I'll love you forever,
Forever and a day
And pray that you will,
Never run away from me.

I know of many things,
In this great world of ours
And that is the magic of
A friendship,
That doesn't come in jars.

My mind is spinning,
As fast as it can be,
For if I don't get some sleep,
There may be no more of me.

I feel helpless, when I see
You struggling and I can't be
The provider of your care.
Damn, I don't like myself,
For the weakness, I see
In me.

Words, spill from my head
Spiraling down,
Some stick to paper,
Most just hit the ground,
A fluttering, floating motion,
With nary any sound.
Such is the plight of a poet,
Who tries so hard to rhyme,
Words into meaning and
Allows so little time,
In talking about a nickel
Or one thin, shiny dime.

You are so beautiful.
More beautiful, than one should be.
Your eyes are those of a woman.
Your smile is one that I know.
Your laugh is the sound of wind chimes,
Moving in a summer breeze.
Your hands are those of understanding.
Your lips are those of sweet desire.
Your words are of wit and wisdom,
Of which I will never tire.

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.