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March 2011
It was sunny the next day,
But you still wore
Your new rubber boots.
"I love them,"
You said quietly,
Swinging your feet
Under your desk.
I love seeing you happy.
Every time I looked over at you,
You were smiling
Or swinging your feet.
I really love seeing you happy.
I got scolded
By our math teacher
For not paying attention,
And your face went red
When you realized
It was because of you,
But then you were smiling wildly.
Wildly happily, that is.
It was sunny the next day,
But you still wore
Your new rubber boots.
"I love them,"
You said quietly,
Swinging your feet
Under your desk.
I love seeing you happy.
Every time I looked over at you,
You were smiling
Or swinging your feet.
I really love seeing you happy.
I got scolded
By our math teacher
For not paying attention,
And your face went red
When you realized
It was because of you,
But then you were smiling wildly.
Wildly happily, that is.
Literature
First Flight
How frightening that first flight must have been,
hearts racing into the unknown,
and I should wonder how those men felt
at the first takeoff into the air,
gusts of wind beneath fragile wings,
if not for loving you.
Literature
Perfection
I am a swaying pendulum
Dangling from your every breath.
I am your natural satellite;
I call to your tides,
For you are my World.
Beloved beyond words,
They could never understand you;
For such sweet darkness
And intimidating sound
As the rhythm of your soul
Soars above humanity.
They fear your presence
The way they fear the face of death;
For you are the dawn,
When the moon still lingers,
A pearl, in the oyster-mouth of the night.
You are there,
In the space between notes,
Between knowledge,
When the underworld and the sky are one,
And all things lose shape,
Hidden and cloaked
In the belly of the cosmos.
For your skin is like light
That
Literature
Persistence
Persistence
At the end, only the words persist
The feelings,
like flowers in the Winter,
crumble
Just the words remain:
Loneliness,
Emptiness,
Silence
They speak of feelings that no longer fit them
They speak of dreams and desires without echo
Just the words remain:
written in the endless cold of the night
mistaking delirious with hope
My poetry remains singing the meetings
but it's only about the searching
but it's only about the mismatch
My poetic universe is made of black holes
It is starless nights
It is deserted planets
Just the words remain:
"I love you",
"Kiss Me",
"I need you"
These, however, I do not recognize,
They are legend
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Exactly, AW! It is a very cute story ^-^