When the words all fail
The images remain,
The memories we've made,
Walking hand in hand,
Through the park in Autumn,
Playfully kicking at leaves,
Laughing with unspoken jokes,
And smirking at secrets,
Things we've done that others
Will never know about...
All those wonderful memories,
We've not had yet that exist
Somewhere in a fantasy.
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after private things
we share memories outdoors
smile our secret smiles
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natural is she
dancing in tropic showers
bathing with raindrops
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the moments we share
carnal or spiritual
all a part of love
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opens her pages
for him to write sins upon
with his poet's pen
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she glows before him
clad in sunset's royal robes
posing for poems
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ink's not always black
for sometimes in its passion
it's scarlet as blood
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twilight colored rose
caught up by his poetry
blushing unseen
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we are like two stars
shining in different skies
seeking each other
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stopped for one last look
before the stars fled from the sun
and took you with them
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How red the petals of your lips,
Yet, stripped of their color,
In their hue of pastel pink,
How desirable that smiling bud,
That beckons me to kiss it,
To run my fingers across the petals,
To entice the darting tongue
To return my touch surrounded
By a smile which shows in her
Mouth and eyes and begs me to
Change my lips for my finger,
To greet your tongue with my own.
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amid all her scars
shone her blossoming flower
beauty that survived
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wanted you to see me
to understand my passion
love my sinful soul
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some i once called sins
i now believe are virtues
this is how life is
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i see you truly
choose you over and over
you are my desire
Donovan Baldwin