Magic

We have made it to the end of January and though February is a few days shorter it has plenty of blustery cold days in store. I can feel the temperatures dropping and as I glance out the window I can see the hills in a blanket of white awaiting patiently the days of spring. The willow standing naked prematurely buds with little puffs of white catkins, which makes me think that I am a bit like the willow which is anxious for the lighter days and the warmer weather.

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This is what I need and this is what I want,

take my hand and hold my heart, the days

of love now spun.

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I have seen it in the morning, I felt it in the

night, the love that weaves its magic has

only just begun.

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Together

I see in you great passion,

through my heart the dream,

together we're spectacular,

as we battle up the stream.

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Your soul quickly responded

and the days of long now short,

as we confide in the moment,

and tackle what life has in store.

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It is because I love that my heart

acknowledges my vulnerabilities.

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The flowers chased the season,
except for winter it follows the snow
and as I brace for another day,
I ask " how much further can I go?"

Heart

Icy crystal waters, a stream that stop its flow

and as I gaze into the shadow a silhouette

displays a show.

The reflection a bit revealing, simplicity

just won't let go and as I glanced once more

it was my heart that felt like it would explode.

A periwinkle haunting and the sky seem

to convey,the message a bit daunting turned

tear drops into rain.

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Tender Love

I cannot place a barrier around this soul of mine,

for I have needed such a love in the most

rapacious of way.

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To kiss me good morning, to hold me at night

and when the blankets are turned down to

love me till the sun is shining bright.