Asleep (June 28, 2018)

Asleep, asleep, asleep is she,

Who’s more than all the world to me.

While through her body runs the health

That’s all to me of all my wealth—

The gold, the diamonds, pearls of lore,

That many men have hunted for,

But l hunt her who’s richness vies

With suns and moons and starry skies,

With million roses in a vale,

And million tulips nodding, hale,

And million sparrows tweeting sweet

In choir of cheer that can’t be beat,

With all the waves of foamy white

And flowing snows on shining height–

For more than all the world is she

Who’s sleeping, sleeping, tenderly.

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First (from Oct. 20, 2017)

Sophistication’s not for me,

Would stifle my naivete.

I simply love my woman, see,

Who’s not a high complexity.

If none but me likes her sweet eyes,

The knowing world is not so wise.

If only I know her deep soul,

Sophisticates are half a whole.

If I naively love her true,

Naivete does gold pursue.

Not rich am I in worldly lore,

But I stand first before her door.

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True (from Aug. 20, 2017)

My dear, if you’ve been lonely,

Make me your one and only,

For I, I love you only,

Tenderly and true.

My dear, if you’d be happy,

Let sorrow fall behind you;

Look forth, l’ll keep you laughing,

Lightness to pursue.

My dear, come here; I’ll kiss you.

Let sadness weep, to miss you,

Then smile, and l will bless you,

Life to start anew.

My dear, my one and only,

I, too, yes, I’ve been lonely,

But now, l love you only,

Lightly, deeply, true.

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Clear Skies (12 July, 2017)

Clear skies for Clarinda,

Oh come and appear!

My dear would be walking

If you would be here!

Clear skies and bright sunlight

To sweeten her way,

So light in her walking

With sparrows so gay.

Fair roses will bow to her,

Shedding their dew,

Fair bushes and trees

Wave “Hi” to her, too.

The world will hum gladly

With bees and bugs’ tugs,

And everything reaching

To give her my hugs.

Clear skies for Clarinda,

Oh, come and appear!

My dear would be walking

If you would be here!

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Not Chance (from 4, Sept. 2017)

Oh, don’t believe in fate, my dear,

And don’t believe in luck.

It’s not by chance that we are here,

But by our joyous pluck!

We came in view, we saw the truth

Of sparkling soul and mind;

Our thrill of will was still half youth

That we braved much to find.

For when Love’s cliff came into sight

I failed me not at all,

And you did laugh with laughter light

In catching my last fall!

You caught me, sweet, and l caught you;

Together we were one.

It is not chance that we now dance

As moon does dance with sun.

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Best Explorer (from 7, Nov. 2017)

On the tip of your nose my finger-tap;

I scan your face like a world map.

I tilt your head from left to right

And see my future glowing bright.

Your chin is firm—hard granite there;

Your lips, rose petals, sweet and rare;

Your forehead smooth—marble fine;

Your eyes, true living jewels—they’re mine!

I stake my claim, I do not miss!

No lips e’er felt a deeper kiss!

Your eyes, a-twinkle, winking


My world map brings happiness!

I am explorer! Drake was nought;

Columbus bound no thing he sought;

Magellan sailed the world around,

But I’m the best, for you I’ve found!

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Short and Sweet (from July 6th 2017)

I almost fainted, picturing you,

And not your face, your eyes, your lips.

It was your hand, almost in mine.

For I was reaching, you were reaching,

And closer, closer, oh, so close,

And then, I almost fainted!

Oh, it was more than sex or pleasure,

And it was more than piles of treasure;

To touch the one who’s more to me

Than anyone could ever be—

Oh, it will be an act so true,

So deeply dear, to touch, touch you!

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