the weather today
Come what may
I am of worth
no matter what another does say.
The beauty of a spring day.
The beauty inside my mind,
thoughts no longer turning to dismay.
Come whatever I am prepared
because inside I am love as he,
the master tells me so
words as poetry do flow.
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Come September spring in places
dates to remember those now long dead
but I, on those dates, know they were here
loved and lived preciousness
embedded brain and mind of mine.
No longer. But clear as a crystal ball
clear as a bell, ringing above a church tower tall.
But there they are hearts divine entwined
along with my own they who are my life, my own
special little seeds to know I am them in my life now
but too eventually die and go.
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Oh do come and shed to me
those words of love, life and me.
Give oh give the love of him,
my father, my mother
those preciousness of gems.
Speak and give, gift and see
my life is not empty
because they do come
at night in dreams to me
reminders of those days shared
and reminding of my life too now
a most fondest of those days remembered
when we shared completely
love expressed, embraced and known
how divinely gifted
no hate or hurt, remorse even there
just that of a love known.
No words to be said hands only held
a warm embrace, hug or glance
there the same knowing how
to be at peace now
forever in my heart restoreth
for love there and shared.
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Love’s beautiful memories
no hatred just perfectly stored;
no animosity just joy
as if a permanent feature
within the brain cavity
where he of love
gently daily does remind me.
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Love conquers the past regret
to know how powerful in a death,
those painful times no longer concern
because in a grieving state only then
love is the ultimate source to remain.
God gifts the love divine
as one to one in the end
does in fact all but to one survive.
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May 4th, 2020
Tags: Love
