April 2009

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Black dresses and curly tresses,
Playful banter, gentle caresses;
A warm smile that joy professes,
Indulgence but in tiny excesses–
Bowl me over; my heart confesses.

Tarry a while

Think not my mind of this pain you’re in
For it saddens me so; and you ne’er did in the past.
You lit up my life and brought joy therein
So stay, don’t go; I beg and pray that you last…


Forgive my silence — no words can I utter.
Speak if I will, then joy must I feign.
Pretend a nonchalant air keeps my heart aflutter;
While I remember the past and swallow the pain…