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Fantasy on a busy sidewalk ~   Leave a comment

Every night I dream of you, I hate my dreams. not real: why are you not mine? Only the taste of your crimson lips can give me satisfaction. Moist lips I have never kissed, I hear your melodic voice in the wind, Your joyful laughter warms me inside, But it has been so long since […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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Golden Warmth ~   Leave a comment

I saw her again just yesterday My soul once more caught fire. Her eyes with golden speckles met mine Never will my body ache more. The pain in my heart, a pain so real. My body would not obey me, Her voice so warm and full of sunshine I burned as if in a blazing […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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Crush # 18 ~   Leave a comment

Crush # 18 ~ Cars go by, horns honking, busy sidewalks exquisite model of a woman honourable and worthy she walks by me, Not part of the cities foulness: An easy course yet full of verve, attentive of her terminus; sylphlike and determined at all times, Flowers seem to bloom as consequence; pristine is immaculate is […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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Watching you play ~   Leave a comment

I remember seeing you as a small child, playing with dolls. Laughing. I remember seeing you as a little girl, playing dress up. Smiling. I remember seeing you as misbehaving youth, playing with trouble. Crying. I remember seeing you as young woman, Playing with hearts. flirting. I remember seeing you yesterday, Playing coy. grinning. I […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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Shrine ~   Leave a comment

I wrote a letter to you the other day, saying the things I can not say. I painted pictures of snow white doves, each one proclaiming my love. I composed a song about light and life, in it you became my wife. I built a shrine using pictures of you, so your beauty I could […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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NOTICE ME ~   Leave a comment

Lovely woman, listen to me, Songs and laughter will be given to thee; No more lonely of heart with fear of tomorrow, My embrace of truth will take such thoughts away! Lovely woman, my sweetest muse, Lose yourself in my dreaming blue eyes; Forget the harshness of a cold lonely world. Lovely woman, come to […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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Crush # 20 ~   Leave a comment

Tell me to touch, and I will tremble You so stunning it causes timidity; Let me regard you, goddess you resemble Nightmares lose validity. Laugh for me, the sound of sunshine, Let my ears have bliss, with your voice my ears will dine, No other music can compare with this. Let me kiss you, red […]

Posted February 26, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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