Words Heard


Soft, sensual words
Eyes destined for love
Words heard, conversing
Stirring my imagination

Your loveliness carries soft delicate feelings - like a warm whisper passing swiftly by.


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The whispered words between the space
Embrace the wings of words unsaid
Not long enough and you were gone
My heart lay watching, from afar
No haste
To say goodbye
Secret intentions to part with grace
Vanishing yet, to another place
Leaving the words behind


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It is written
That you will remember the taste
You will love me
Kissing me to the light of your heart
Once again


These words are swords in the hands of a true lover, the passion is wild and the reality so clear, love calls, love answers, a true heart seeking another will be pulled towards each other like the bee is to a flower. Keep the embers alive, stir every motion in your emotions...love is beautiful.


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They want to be picked. They yearn to be loved. Shouldn't we all want to be?

Let's see your flowers!!!


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All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost


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