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I came to you,
a humble man,
asking your dad,
for your hand.

You are the best.
You are the one.
You are my moon.
You are my Sun.

Would I love you,
more than I should,
if I could fix you?
I wish I could.

Your smile today,
I'm missing it so.
You my love,
are all I know.

Will all the lies
being told today,
change who we are,
while life goes away?

When daylight,
waxes the dawn,
don't go outside,
with sox, onto the lawn.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Big, beautiful spiral galaxy M101 is one of the last entries in Charles Messier's famous catalog, but definitely not one of the least. About 170,000 light-years across, this galaxy is enormous, almost twice the size of our own Milky Way. M101 was also one of the original spiral nebulae observed by Lord Rosse's large 19th century telescope, the Leviathan of Parsontown. Assembled from 51 exposures recorded by the Hubble Space Telescope in the 20th and 21st centuries, with additional data from ground based telescopes, this mosaic spans about 40,000 light-years across the central region of M101 in one of the highest definition spiral galaxy portraits ever released from Hubble. The sharp image shows stunning features of the galaxy's face-on disk of stars and dust along with background galaxies, some visible right through M101 itself. Also known as the Pinwheel Galaxy, M101 lies within the boundaries of the northern constellation Ursa Major, about 25 million light-years away.

Ashes, borne by the wind
with embers ablaze,
falling to grasses,
within the heavy haze.

A small puff of smoke,
like ink to a page,
thus, became another
California fire outrage.

So many lives ruined,
property loss, dismay,
cannot it be fixed
and be put away?

Is the vast loss of property,
more important than loss of life?
So much loss and suffering,
with unneeded strife.

Fresh were her eyes,
the brown shining through.
What happens to you now,
while I am searching for you?

Forget the day,
forget about me,
for I am over the hill,
on my way to eternity.

The days of yore,
have passed us by,
as youthful love
has become a why.

Why did we waste,
those youthful days,
full of love,
ripe with praise.

Do you recall,
your happiest time,
when love was free,
when you were mine?

I long for all,
the youthful bliss,
when love was more,
than a simple kiss.

I'll be here,
for you my sweet,
as only you,
make my life complete.