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Dedicated in Reprocity to friend EdCruz TODAY'S QUOTA OVER HENCE HERE.
Dedicated in Reprocity to friend EdCruz
These words resound in my ears,
Some great lady once over here,
Did want me to nature endear.
I was aghast,
I didn’t know,
When autumn came
And spring did go
I remained dazed
Having for eons
Love and sex poems surfaced
Then that woman gave a challenge
As she aged away,
Before my autumn lapses
Darling I want to have my way,
Will you write a poem?
On autumn right away
I did,
But I ain’t to sure
She‘d read it.
I wish she did,
I wish she did,
I wish she did,
But if wishes were horses
I’d ride upon autumn again
And
Your lines above
I would within my mind entrain
‘’I think of you and wish,
you were here with me’’
Permit me to steal these lines,
As autumn is now left far behind
Next autumn,
Please do kindly remind
When winter is cold and frozen
Let spring and summer come and go
Then twill be autumn
Surely now I know.
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Eduardo Cruz
Fri, 2010-12-17 16:43
Loved
thank you, it's beautiful.To answer you, my lady was the first to read "Autumn Wish" and it's only here, because she wanted to share it. I did not, because I wrote it for her beautiful eyes ownly. In the end she won, as you can clearly see with your eyes the love I have for her.
thank you so much for such a well thought out poem!
Always Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
loved
Fri, 2010-12-17 17:21
Eduardo Cruz When Love Flows
Words of love simply flow
I never think tis necessary
For poets
to think so unnecessarily
To rhyme and rhythm search,
If you are a poet like me
On the Internet doing research
I’m a poet
Of some kind
Since birth
There is no mirth.
Upon my soul
I pledge to thee
Poetry simply ensues
Like honey out of me.
I’m no dictatorial poet
As now you do see
A poet may be
Some may,
many mayn’t call me
But my heart swells
As words flow
Hopefully, in you’re kind of hearts,
They like a glow- worm glow,
Albeit tis too late
Tis snowing here
There aren't any glow worms
Anywhere near
Cruz my dear
loved
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Sat, 2010-12-18 11:17
Dear ED
ur views are awaited on this one still.
loved
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