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|Heart to Heart
A single candle lights the room
where on the bed we lay,
Having loved we're side by side,
no words get in the way.
The nighttime sings a gentle song
and I watch you fall asleep,
I listen to your heartbeat,
And the rhythm that it keeps.
Softly do I kiss your lips
and gently do I touch you,
In your ear I whisper,
that I will always love you.
Though you're sleeping soundly,
and do not hear this part,
I know you will remember,
for I've spoken to your heart.
|The Progress of A Smile
That curling up of the lips,
... Whose style is never twice repeated.
That little spark of light…
That radiates from the eyes,
... It should be heeded.
Behind the glimmer…
The character of heart,
... The power behind the style.
Consider the spark…
A glimpse of promise,
... In the progress of a smile.
|With This Rose
It came to pass, a wayward Seaman ventured to a
distant land, Where a castle rose to stand a King on a
mountain of rock and blackened sand.
The Seaman dared to venture in through darkened
doors as yet unsure, While in his ears the roaring vent
of crashing waves against the moor.
He carried with him nothing to the dungeon netted far
below, No lamp to light his guarded steps yea nothing
but his troubled soul.
Deep within the dungeon bowel he came to stand
before a tomb, Where on its stone a single rose lay
freshly but from nature’s womb.
Three score ten and thirty days he came to net the
thorny flower, Left for him a sign bestowed as times
before this self same hour.
Woe to change the Queen remained whose face
withheld he had not seen, But loved her he none more
the less for what had never been.