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| Beautiful Tiger of my shadowed past
Through the hours and minutes I have climbed
Searching, searching for all the moments passed
With this creature that appears trapped in time.
I've asked what love could be if not with you
But the answer refused to be clear
I've wondered whether my heart could be true
But reality is what this soul has feared.
You have a throne of silk, a crown of fire
And my eternal eyes of affection.
So true and great, a foolish desire
Of wanting to be paired with perfection.
I always assumed this dream wouldn't last.
Beautiful Tiger of my shadowed past.Written Sept. 30, 2009
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| Foolishly, you hold your heart in the palm of your hand
Extending it toward the one person who won't see you.
It is tattooed with his name
Stained by the color of your eyes
And you are blind.
In darkness, you are the only one I see.
written Sept. 27, 2009
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| A whisper was all that separated us.
A confession lingered on my lips.
A question dissipating on my tongue.
Could this have been me?
Could I have had the first dance of the night
Rather than waiting in line for a thirty second tryst?
Could I have walked beside you the whole day
Rather than admiring you from afar?
A realization when I held you close
A moment of sadness touched my eyes
An inquiry forbidden by a vow.
Could this have me?
And yet, when I softly spoke into your ear,
Murmuring of just how beautiful you looked
My words were hollow, silent, masked
They did not match my wildly beating heart.
An emotion I wanted you to know
A passion I needed you to share
A question I planned, but never asked.
Could this have been me?
written Aug. 24, 2009
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| Passion may give the rose its high esteem
And the favored tulip may stay desired
Beauty may give the lily its vanity
Only one flower I choose to admire.
I have picked a sun-kissed weed from the earth
And held it skyward toward the hollow day.
Where one might see nothing of any worth:
'Tis the only blossom in my bouquet.
In sleep, the smallest blaze will be reborn
Golden petals melt into ivory dreams
And innocence smiles where others will mourn
I make a wish and hope it comes to be.
A breath of wind will take my heart away
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| Piece by piece, fit by fit
And puzzle completed finally
Surprise, surprise, what is this?
Not the picture I thought it’d be.
Only I, only I
When solved the mystery be
Would another gentleman come by
With it pieced together before me.
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