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A proverbial question over the ages, "What Is Love" has many answers. Some would agree your heart might beat faster - you know that you know it's real in your mind... It's often defined as a spiritual kind. Saturday afternoon at six - your heart aflutter - you wait for the phone to ring... or it might be a feeling that sends you reeling - like hearing a baby's first cry. It might make you sing or cause you to weep, make you dance or make you lose sleep... but it's safe to say at the end of the day - love is all that matters. ©L. Rogers 4-20-23

Before the mirror, smile and show The secret 'you' that's never seen, Alone there you can show yourself, The 'you' that others cannot know, And, even you cannot be sure of. Is the image before you reality? Is it a fiction which reflects reality, Or, a fiction just reflecting fiction? Can you honestly say? For none of us has ever seen The far side of the mirror, Or, having gone there, Looked back and seen ourselves. That might be called 'madness', But, is that madness, The reality, The fiction, or, The reflection? • Donovan Baldwin

Who needs an alarm clock, When, at 4 A.M. each morning, The friendly little Turkish man, Who speaks no English, But, smiles at me, American, Who speaks no Turkish, Kurmanji, Arabic, or Zazaki, Whichever his native tongue, Bangs open the furnace door, And shovels in the coal, In the basement immediately Underneath my U.S. Army, Government issue bed? • Donovan Baldwin (True Story - Paul Revere Village, Karlsruhe, Germany, 1982-83.)

I once was innocent, Commiting sins out of ignorance. Then I learned and sinned, By definition because, I knew, but now, Having lived so long, I seldom sin, though, I commit the same deeds, But now I recognize, The innocence of my sins, And forgive myself of them. • Donovan Baldwin

eight o'clock a.m. - I'm on my second cup Baileys in my coffee... I need some Irish luck calling for my muse because my mind is stuck because we're not together, I feel I'm in a rut strange thing happened in my dream last night seems a little fuzzy - but 'twas quite a delight you were here again, a shadow next to me... can our minds connect through telepathy? the wren is calling out - now he's very near the message from my muse is perfectly clear when flowers are abloom and a rose turns red what once was a dream will be real instead Lorene Rogers©️ 5-2-24