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To Find That Perfect Someone

To find that perfect someone, it's so very hard to do

Given a little time, that someone finally comes to you

Offering words of kindness, a caring loving heart

Finding that perfect someone, a love begins to start

Days begin to pass, each moment found in bliss

Thinking from time to time, waiting for that perfect kiss

Thoughts of a gentle hug, now ponder on your mind

Sharing all your feelings, a love thats so divine

So if that perfect someone, now has came your way

You'll begin to know it, each and everyday

Skipping In The Rain

Every time it thunders

I think of you and sigh

For the days we had together

Skipping through rain filled skies

Our youthful fun was skipping

On streets pelted with rain

Steam rose from the pavement

As we skipped with hearts the same

We’d frolic for hours and wonder

How water fell from the sky

All because it thundered

It was meant for you and I

The years slowly passed

But the thunder never changed

Together we’d always run

To catch a summers rain

Then one day it ended

For heaven received your soul

So now when it thunders

I have no one to hold

The rain still falls with care

But nothing seems the same

Forever I shall always remember

Our skipping in the rain

Ever Lasting Oceans

The oceans breathe with perpetual waves

For with tides they rise and fall each day

Rising they caress the shore line with thunder

Then they reside from hence they’ve slumbered

Emerging each day, they beckon once again

For this ride with the moon shall never end

In fiery and off times it’s always the same

Caressing the shore, it gracefully tames

Like the silk of night that covers the earth

The oceans rise to harness more girth

Its arms spread forth, wide and far

Sometimes leaving only earthly scares

But as sure as each day brings forth the sun

The oceans will breathe with a love un-done

Ever lasting and growing forever through time

The oceans will sing their daily rhyme

Reflections

Tarry not in life’s bidding games

Take what’s yours to claim and frame

Like birds that toil, building a nest

Gather it all before ending in rest

Shed regrets with out a whimper

Keep your hearts set to a slow simmer

Try your ways and set a path

Don’t look back and hide in the past

Harness each day and race the race

Walk softly, but keep the pace

Side roads forget, stay the course

Please your heart without remorse

Desires and needs are placed in your hands

Hold not which slips like grains of sand

Stately grasp the things that are solid of rout

Dig in well and plant your boots

Rise to an occasion with fervor intent

Make sure each dollar is wisely spent

Thrifty paths are seldom laid

Play you own cards, don’t get played

Let not greed harness your heart

Charity should reign right from the start

A modest jester shines like gold

A heart of compassion holds blessings untold

Loves True Quilt

Let us soar together

Locked in eternal trust

Using our love for each other

One that will never rust

Granting us the peace

To share our lives as one

Sharing every moment

Like a quilt that’s never done

A blend of loving fabric

Sown each day with care

Nurtured with words of love

Never to know despair

Come my love and dance

To a song my love conveys

Let your every deepest thought

Brighten our paths each day

Share your love with gladness

Let the lullabies ring in your heart

For as one we’ll write the songs

Where the love of magic starts

THE CHRISTMAS KID

Intense and young at heart, I stood starring out a window,

It was cold and very dark

Glaring for hours and waiting so patiently,

I hoped to catch a glimpse of Santa, every Christmas Eve

I looked at the stars and moonset on high,

Never to see Santa and his reindeer,

Flash through the sky

I thought, if only once I could see for myself,

I could really believe in Santa, like everyone else

Suddenly, there was a clatter from the attic above,

That had to be Santa, and the reindeer I'd grown to love

Quietly and now laying still in my bed, listening to sounds,

Was it really Santa, making his rounds?

Could it be, he was placing presents under our Christmas tree,

Maybe even leaving some for me?

Then all the sounds and footsteps disappeared,

Santa had gone, for another year

I went to the window, as fast as I could,

Never did I see Santa, wishing I would

I made my way to the living room, and under the tree,

There were presents, even some for me

Every year I went to the window, and starred on high,

but never did I see Santa, cross the sky

Is there really a Santa? I think there is,

It's part of the Christmas magic and being a kid