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I stare at the vacant chair next to me...

I tell you that I love you as quietly as rain not...
As quietly as Daffodils not yet sprouted...

I clean the windows to honour your eyes
That they may reflect the beauty of you alone...

The cloak of sorrow weighed heavy upon my...
saturating my soul akin to a damp overcoat on a...

The lofty poplar trees dance majestically in the...
swaying in unison they talk to the tender wind...

M etaphysical,birth and death life and
sex thats all the facts when you...

Walking in the park as the sun set in the far...
Children played,laughed shared ice cream...

Today I cry for her,
and my poem falls to the page...

I twitch and convulse living on nerves taunt as...
Like a traitor to a cursed cause-self condemned...

A poet is an artist who uses words
as brushes...

Your back is long and perfect
It moves away from me...

Over the whole world last night the bright orb of...
Shining with a luminescence like that of your...