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Sonnets to someone special

I. There was a time

In the past there was a time
when magic was everywhere around me
and the loving between us
seemed so strong
as if it could outlast
even life itself
making moments sublime

and through the years
I have loved other girls
but never as deep as then
and no relationship was as enchanting
as with you

and no woman was as smitten with me
as when we were young at university.

II. At that time we were in spring

At that time we were in spring
and I heard every bird
that we met sing
of the beautiful summer
as if it had already begin

and summer days were bright
up to eight in the evening
and every night
was almost unbearably romantic

and joy danced in your eyes,
your lips gleamed
in the candle light
of that special restaurant
and I knew that you really loved me.

III. I picked bunches of red roses

I picked bunches of red roses,
roses of any colour
that I could find,
wrote stacks of letters
and gave cards of affection by the hundred

and you blushed at the first kiss
which was really special to me
and there was a new energy
in every embrace

and the stars twinkled
and the light
from the lamppost faded yellow
and somehow you caught the sun
in your smile.

IV. Our hands were joined

Our hands were joined
as if seeking each others
by themselves
and just walking with you
and talking to you, was really special

and it was if I already knew you
and a lot like déjà vu
but the spark between us
was fresh and new

and even one glance
from your opal eyes
with ever changing colours
brought joy, enchantment, excitement
and fire to my soul.

V. You have always been really pretty

You have always been
really pretty
but now many years later
you are lovelier
than I remember

as if maturity
has brought greater beauty
and character, experience and wisdom
have edged into your soul

and when we meet
I experience the same magic,
but now that flame is raging
as if for years I were sleeping
and destiny is bringing you back to me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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What Would You Like

Tell me you name, tell me your sign.
Please tell me that my mind is right.
I just want to take you to my home.
Where we can talk by a fire all alone.
There's just one thing that I need to know.
Could you ever be there when I woke up,
Or will you be just another and be gone?

Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?

I take one look at you and my heart can't stop smiling.
It begins to display on the outside and my lips curl up.
Looking at you from across the void I can see my life with you.
You take a glance at me and can't help but notice to.
I walk around the corner and fade out of your sight.
I love playing this game.

You chase me around the corner at the end of the aisle.
And we both meet each other eye to eye.
My hands behind my back.
Can you guess what I've got in mind.
Oh I think you'll be suprized.
You look at me and begin to smile.

I see the moonlight fall across your face as you sleep.
I take one look at you as my fingers gently stroke your cheek.
You breathe in and breathe out and stir awake.
Looking up at me and smiling all the while.
I bend down and kiss you ever so slowly.

My lips want to take in every taste it can.
My fingers what to rub your smooth skin.
My eyes want to see all your love dep inside.
And no matter how hard I try.
My mind can't comprehend the beauty within.

If I bought you a dozen roses would you fall in love?
If I wrote you that special love poem would you kiss me tight?
If I took you to a lakeside of of a romantic dinner would you stay the night?
Would you like the candle's flickering lights?
Would you like the expressions of my words rolling off my tongue?
Would you come be with me even though the night's young?
Would you like the kiss that takes the breath away deep within your lungs?

Would you want to be with me through the rest of your life?
Would you want to be with my heart through the beating might?
Would you want to grab my hands and love me through all the bad time?
Would you want to hug me in the anger of emotions and try to fight?
Would you stand within my heart and dance in the spotlight?
Would you like to be with me through the whole night?

poem by Josh Burnett
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Hands Of Time

If I could turn back the hands of time,
I know now that I really would,
I would then go to that special time,
The time that I could of known you.
As I have prayed, that I only could.
I would go when the roses where in bloom,
And their fragrant scent was in the air,
Never for me would the time be to soon,
As then would I compare your beauty to theirs.
Roses would be jealous, at you I would stare.

If I could turn back the sands of time,
I would do it in the wink of an eye,
I would gladly give all, only to be with you,
Then never again would we have to cry.
And from our woes, we could forever hide.
I close my eyes and I paint me a picture,
As if I could turn back the hands of time,
Together we would be, just you and me,
And then watch of time I would never rewind.
We would then be one in our own special time.

If I could turn back the movements of time,
I would gladly, but sadly that can never be,
As time marches on, through the dusk and dawn,
Till the day our souls and bodies are free.
For time doesn't stop, for any one mans plead.
I stare at the calendar upon my wall,
I memorize the watch that's rests on my wrist,
I think now how time has already passed me by,
So then to myself and time, I make a special wish.
I close my eyes, I freeze time, then I blow you a kiss.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Roses

I used to pick you
bunches of roses
of twenty at a time
from the gardens
at the university.

Sometimes on my way
to Anne Fisher house
I could smell the sweet perfume
of the flowers
and it did something to my heart.

At times I snipped some off
with a pair of scissors
in colours of red, white, yellow
orange, pink and even purple.

We were really in love then
and you appreciated everything
(even the verses
that I wrote)
and it had to be obvious
to the whole university
from where I was getting
all those bunches of flowers,
but somehow they didn’t care
while I dared and dared
time and time again.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Marry Anniversary

This a special day
many have gone
lots more to come
special moments, eventful times
memories of the years that past
from the first we met, I knew
there would not be any like you
to change my world, spark my life
create amazing adventures
survived the bad times
struggles, fights, make ups
seeing your smile and sparkling eyes
still melt me after all these years
this day brings fond memories
of our wedding day
seeing you in that beautiful wedding gown
the same one your mother was married in
seeing you walk in your fathers arms down the aisle
was like living a dream of happiness
what the future had for us
stronger and wiser we are
I wouldn't change anything
to be with you has been amazing and wonderful
spending our adult lives together was a trip
a journey many have failed, but we prevailed
I would do it all again over and over
walking arm in arm till the end of time
there no one as beautiful or as special as you
from deep in my heart and in my soul
Your the one I am forever in love with
in our later years I cherish every moment together
the many kisses, the dances, the tears and the smiles
waking up with you next to me is heaven
Many more years for you and I
Love you more now then the day I said I Do
Marry Anniversary, My dear Love

poem by Michael Peterson
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Yellow Roses

Hello you said the day we met
Handing me a yellow rose
You asked me out
And to your surprise
And to mine I said Id go
I thought it so romantic
And I found you sweet and bold
Though wed only met
I still said yes
To a single yellow rose
And for years to come
You were the one
To sleep with me at night
To laugh and talk
And share my thoughts
And hold me when Id cry
And on every occasion
And for no good reason to
A big bouquet or a single yellow rose
Was sent from you
Chorus:
Yellow roses
The color of sunshine
You loved me at one time
Why did you have to go
Yellow roses
Are you sending your new love
My bright yellow rose buds
I still love you so
I never see a yellow rose
That I didnt think of you
Its still my favorite flower
Though the yellows turned to blue
The day you left my teardrops fell
Upon your farewell not
You said goodbye like you said hello
With a single yellow rose
Chorus:
Yellow roses
The color of sunshine
You loved me at one time
Why did you have to go
Yellow roses
Are you sending your new love
My bright yellow rose buds
Oh I still love you so
Yellow roses
The color of sunshine
You loved me at one time
Why did you have to go
Sweet yellow roses
Are you sending your new love
My bright yellow rose buds
I still love you so

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Maybe It's Love

The sun once blushed and was aware of you and me
where the river meanders away
while we were kissing each other,
where a finch twittered like an intruder

I took you by the hand,
we splashed laughing into the river
along the riverbank
but no water could was our sin away

When we undressed totally naked
you embraced me for indefinable pleasure
and we discovered each other as man and woman
your sin, became my sin

and I did not want to give up this experience;
it was wonderful to lie on the grass.

It was wonderful to lie on the grass
when your were right against me,
to catch you into memory,
it was wonderful to have you right against me

and I wonder how to say it in words
when I was holding you until darkness
knowing you in everything, even every small happening
when it felt as if I could not deny you anything

with the sun is high in the sky,
with bees flying to flowers in the garden,
with the splashing water of the pool throw shadows,
the clouds big and white sailing past
and God moving His hands over His canvas
in colours of blue, orange and bright red.

III

In colours of blue, orange and bright red
a whole world lies between you and me,
the world is adorned at sunset
when I cannot get you out of my thoughts,

as if I see your shining eyes
comprehending the feeling in them,
the way that you hold your head
causes me to take my whole life into examination

as if that which was and still is between us
are forever reaching out for answers and to each other,
I become aware of my deep longing,
I want to stroke my fingers through your hair.

Not one of us really comprehended the meaning
when you walked out of my life.

When you walked out of my life
and I knew that you still loved me
there was big pain in it
but you did not let out anything about your feelings

and although you knew then, years later you would really realize
where the end of your, of our happiness started
and nothing would have let you come to your senses,
things changed when you slammed the door.

Now more than twenty years later
you are just as pretty as you had been then,
nothing has really changed in our feelings,
there are still stars in your eyes when you laugh,
I can see how well you fit into my life,
I am still in love with in a way that I feel for no other.

I am still in love with in a way that I feel for no other
when the jacarandas outside marry in purple dresses,
with the winter fleeing
and I sincerely do love you.

How eager I am to let you see this beauty,
of the whole city standing in glory,
the odour that suddenly fold around you,
raising from the streets

but you are more than a thousand miles away
in another lovely world, with a own beauty
to where I want to go sometimes,
but only experience can let you adore these trees,
can let you be aware of perfect day upon perfect day;
where I lift my eyes to the creator God.

I lift my eyes to the creator God
praying for Him to be with you,
when I was on my knees this morning,
while I was missing you.

At church there was communion
where I could share in his sacrifice
and my thoughts strayed to you
where I imagined us just married,

my prayers went to Christ Jesus
and our relationship and you I entrusted to Him
where as high priest He serves before His Father,
I asked for His blessing and care over you

but was yearning for moments with you,
even if you wait until the winter of our lives.

VII

Even if you wait until the winter of our lives
before you want to come back to me,
I am waiting day and night
and wish the time to past quickly

and then that cold time
will be a summer for us
and continually
we will laugh in days without fear

loving each other
as if there’s no end to time
and together we will start a life
with a holy bond

but I have got to keep to your wishes;
the sun once blushed and was aware of you and me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Coloured Roses

As we stood solemnly
looking down at that deep hole
each of us tears held in our eyes.
We bowed our heads
and a prayer to say
when someone placed a bouquet
of coloured roses on the ground
before they buried you away.
A stranger whom we did not know
smiled and serenely said to us
that these flowers represent their life,
and what they gave to us.

Red roses for the blood
that pumped around
a kind and generous heart.

Yellow roses for the smile
that they gave us
whenever we were around.

Blue roses represent the colour of their eyes
that looked at us softly when they were alive
and for the feelings, we feel within our hearts today.

Orange roses represent the sunset
beyond where they have gone today
and where we hope to meet with them again someday.

White roses for the eternal light
we all must pass though one day
and the purity of spirit they wrap around us each day.

Purple roses for the mourning cloak
each of us wear at times like this.

Theses colours represent the rainbow
wrapped around each life.
Your loved one has not left you
but passed through to the next phase.
The stranger then looked around
smiled serenely again at all of us
then slowly faded away.

poem by David Harris
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Turn Of The Century

Realising a form out of stone.
Set hands moving.
Roan shaped his heart
Thru his working hands.
Work to mold his passion into clay, like the sun.
In his room, his lady
She would dance and sing so completely.
So be still he now cries
I have time, oh let clay transform thee so.
In the deep cold of night
Winter calls, he cries dont deny me!
For his lady, deep her illness.
Time has caught her
And will for all reasons take her.
In the still light of dawn, she dies.
Helpless hands soul revealing.
Like leaves we touch we learn.
We once knew the story.
As winter calls he will starve.
All but to see the stone be life
Now roan, no more tears.
Set to work his strength.
So transformed him
Realising a form out of stone. his work
So absorbed him.
Could she hear him?
Could she see him?
All aglow was his room dazed in this light.
He would touch her
He would hold her.
Laughing as they danced.
Highest colors touching others.
Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
When we meet, how well love, oh let life so transform me.
Like leaves we touched we danced.
We once knew the story.
As autumn called and we both
Remembered all those many years ago.
Im sure we know.
Was the sign with a touch
As I kiss your fingers.
We walk hands in the sun.
Memories when were young.
Love lingers so.
Was it sun through the haze
That made all your looks
As warm as moonlight?
As a pearl deep in your eyes,
Tears have flown away,
All the same light.
Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
When we meet how well look
As we smile time will leave me clearly.
Like leaves we touch, we see.
We will know the story.
As autumn calls well both remember
All those many years ago.

song performed by by Yes
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Turn Of The Century

song performed by by Yes
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Dreary Night

What happened on that day before the sun set?
Has anyone ever seen a star in the sky on a dreary night?
Has anyone ever ridden upon the tail of a shooting star?
Too hard for me to believe, as I cannot fathom reality-
I would go in my fatherâ€™s garden trying to find myself- though
All I can see are the roses-
My eyes see clearly and I look all about but all I see are roses.

Yesterday I was walking home terrified of people walking behind me.
I saw a daffodil in full bloom, in all of its glory.
But I wept, though unobtrusively- tears of destitute fear.

It cannot be spring on the fourth day of February,
Although I may long for it to be-
I cannot sing songs of love and hopefulness, as
I have never been in love, or never wished to be.

I ask myself- have you ever seen a star on a dreary night?
Did you ever ride bareback upon the tail of a shooting star?
My sanity is buried beneath tons of stones upon
Which I have fallen, while running, trying to escape the pathway of my delusions-

I am strong inside, I have been told, and I rarely scream aloud.
When I close my eyes all I can see are roses-
As those growing in my fatherâ€™s garden-
It has been years since he has passed away.

I hear voices early in the morning threatening me.
They cannot be silenced. It is still dark outside.
But when I close my eyes I can still see the roses- yellow, red and white-
I ask myself- what happened on that night I recall, twenty years ago?

My father died and his garden remains-
My mother died soon afterward, leaving nothing but memories behind.
I remember the daffodil I saw yesterday-
I should have picked it for my mother and placed it in a vase-
But she would never see it because she left this world- without saying â€œgoodbyeâ€.

I am a stranger to this world and am still trying to find my way through the darkness.
I could take a ride on the tail of a shooting star and close my eyes and dream, as
I am searching for a new place in time, even though mysteriously-
When I close my eyes- all I can see are the roses dancing in a gentle winterâ€™s breeze,
Though they are now withering away and dying.

It is a dreary winterâ€™s night - but the stars are out and the moon is full.
It now illuminates the path I walk and I would give my soul to the world for
Some peace of mind and all I can do is close my eyes and
Follow the pathway of my fantasies and pray-
My wish would be to see the light shine upon the world of my delusions.

As I close my eyes and wish upon a star I weep- though
All I can see are roses, their petals to the wind- dead to the world outside.
Darkness prevails but I believe I see a star on this dreary night, silencing my tears.
And while that daffodil looks striking beneath the light of the full moon-
A night has never looked so beautiful, not even in a dream.

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Roses

Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May,
When blossoms and bird-song are rife;
Oh, joy for the season, and joy for the day,
That gave me the roses of life, of life,
That gave me the roses of life.

Oh, wind of the summer, sing loud in the night,
When flutters my heart like a dove;
One came from thy kingdom, thy realm of delight,
And gave me the roses of love, of love,
And gave me the roses of love.

Oh, wind of the winter, sigh low in thy grief,
I hear thy compassionate breath;
I wither, I fall, like the autumn-kissed leaf,
He gave me the roses of death, of death,
He gave me the roses of death.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Georgina

They told me her name was Georgina
At first I thought she was an angel in disguise
She danced around my mind like a ballerina
Her beauty was excitement to my soul and eyes.
Her lips were as full as a boutique of roses
That a man would present to a woman in love
'Remember' beauty are from the words man composes
From the inspiration of woman, and not from GOD above.
Her eyes were as large and additive as the moon
And they called me, as fire calls a moth to the flame
The air was tranquil as it was late June
And then I saw her, and now I know her name.
Across the room was the first time that I saw her
I don't think I could ever forget that magical night
Her image is strong and her beauty will never blur
My love is for her and she will always be in my sight.
Oh how I wished that I had taken her away by the hand
But I know that I could never, even if I could try
As her heart and soul they belonged to another man
And I was just a visitor, who sadly was passing by.
In my mind and soul she will always be there
Her beauty could be compared to that of beautiful Athena
How I wished that I had her that's all in my prayer
After they had told me that her name was Georgina.

poem by Randy McClave
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Our street light

there we would sit
under the street light
free from the dark
just you and me
having a laugh

talking bout the good times
talking bout the bad
however messed up our lives were
watever pain we were in
the street light would heal us and set us free again
it was our getaway
it was our thing

the street light brought us together
the street light brought us the end
i still remember that street light like that special glow you had my friend

the street light brought us fun
the street light brought us love
the street light brought us warmth as we lay and look at the stars above

i was happy under the street light
as i knew you were too
comforting each other was all we used to do
the street light may be faded
the street light may be dull
but lets just remember the street light kept us going strong!

poem by Brad Brown
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Summer's Yearnings

Summer's eyes look me for heat and flowers

succeeding the spring buds with which adorned her
I am cast as Spring Calling

buds my Siren Flowers
I rose

inside her

flower petal Springings

because I

heat from inside
lying down with her Summer Fevered Longings.

Her roses bloom from my Spring Pollinations;

I give her Summer Glory

and and receives
all my Spring
Offerings.

'What good it be
dressed up in Summer Light' you say

'in Summer Jasmine Perfumes

if you do not arrive each time

to kiss me in my feverish night? '

'What sates sweet summer lips' longings
without your spring kisses joining
kisses which seal our souls
In unspoken understandings;

lips which kiss and hold in the secret night

hearts pounding
melding souls

swept up in destiny's yearnings
you offering a wet mouth

I a crimson cheek quivering

we two lost in Shudderings Desire
which press us two together
two on two

making then between us
Love's Single Season.

because lovers

make things

previously apart

into One
and
Discrete Time

fades into

into
Summer's Eternities.'

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Roses

(melba montgomery, leslie satcher)
A soft summer evening, another time, another place
He brought her red roses on their very first date
She got carried away by the things that he said
Time would erase them but she would never forget
Chorus:
And the roses heard it all
The rose in her hair, the rose in her hand
The roses in the paper on the wall
Theres a story to tell if the roses could talk
Somewhere close to midnight, another time, another place
She lays in the darkness with tears on her face
While he talks in his sleep confessing his love
He calls out a name that shes never heard of
Repeat chorus
She never told him
She never let him see her cry
Only the roses know
What she kept down inside
The years took their toll and the angels took her away
Now theres family and friends at a cold winters grave
He kneels down and whispers. youre the only love that Ive known
As he lays a rose on a cold marble atone
But the roses heard it all
The rose from her garden, the rose in her bible
The roses in the paper on the wall
Theres a story to tell if roses could talk
What a story to tell if roses could talk~

song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Little Lucy Landman

Oh, the day has set me dreaming
In a strange, half solemn way
Of the feelings I experienced
On another long past day,--
Of the way my heart made music
When the buds began to blow,
And o' little Lucy Landman
Whom I loved long years ago.

It 's in spring, the poet tells us,
That we turn to thoughts of love,
And our hearts go out a-wooing
With the lapwing and the dove.
But whene'er the soul goes seeking
Its twin-soul, upon the wing,
I 've a notion, backed by mem'ry,
That it's love that makes the spring.

I have heard a robin singing
When the boughs were brown and bare,
And the chilling hand of winter
Scattered jewels through the air.
And in spite of dates and seasons,
It was always spring, I know,
When I loved Lucy Landman
In the days of long ago.

Ah, my little Lucy Landman,
I remember you as well
As if 't were only yesterday
I strove your thoughts to tell,--
When I tilted back your bonnet,
Looked into your eyes so true,
Just to see if you were loving
Me as I was loving you.

Ah, my little Lucy Landman
It is true it was denied
You should see a fuller summer
And an autumn by my side.
But the glance of love's sweet sunlight
Which your eyes that morning gave
Has kept spring within my bosom,
Though you lie within the grave.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Loved By You

Every time is like the first time tenderly
Loving you is like breathing spring
Seasons change but your heart beats constantly
Count my blessing every day as you love me
As the sunset disappears across the northern sky
You look for forever in my eyes
All I can say, long as I have a voice
Ill thank God above that I was your first choice
Chorus:
If I should die before I wake
Ill go into the night whispering your name
If lying in your arms is the last thing that I do
At least I know that Ill be loved by you
In about a hundred years from now
When all of my love letters are found
And someone reads these words Ive written only meant for you
Theyll know how forever came true...
Repeat chorus
Let the years roll on by
These are the best times of my life
Ill just smile when my days are through
Knowing that Ive been loved by you
At least I know that Ive been loved by you

song performed by by Journey
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Remember When The Music

Remember when the music
Came from wooden boxes
Strung with silver wires
And as we sang
The words would set our hearts on fire
To believe in things
So wed sing
Remember when the music
Brought us all together
To stand inside the rain
And as wed join hands
Wed meet in the refrain
With dreams to live
And hope to give
Remember when the music
Was the best that wed dream of
For ours childrens time
And as wed worked wed sing
Cause we knew time
Was just a lie
A gift to say
A gift that future gave
Remember when the music
Was a rock we could cling to
So we would not despair
And as we sang wed knew
Wed hear an echo in the air
And if we werent smiling then
Wed smile again
And all the times I listened
And all the times I heard
And all the melodies Im missing
And all the magic words
All the beautiful words
All the beautiful voices
And all the choices we had theni hope you find you got
Those kind of choices once again
Remember when the music
Brought the night
Across the valley
And as we hum the melody
Wed be safe within the sound
So wed sleep
To awake with dreams
And promises to keep

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Red Roses

Offer him roses, exactly the same roses
You picked in the middle of the day.
Light is travelling from them, forcing its way,
Like the roses in colour, in bloom, in love.
The colour is red but not light,
Just scented like the red rose.
We form levels of straightness
Of our comfort and condition.
The eyes feel sumptuous yet our bodies do not,
The roses must dazzle the individual.

poem by Naveed Akram
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My Canadian Chronicles 13

In each life, there are special moments
we like to remember and recall.
Moments that have brought us laughter
almost cascading into tears.
Moments of great happiness
to last us through the years.
Moments with very special people
who are dearly beloved friends.
Special moments no one can take away.
They happen but once
and are captured forever within our mind.
Special moments within our lifetime.

10 June 2009

poem by David Harris
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