Milo's World

Just another lazy day... so much for my seedlings.

My heart dances, my soul sings,

my mind a vessel for all of our dreams.

Nothing is Ordinary about a day shared with you

The hollow doesn't shout out images of your love,

it reflects the beauty of your love through all

the seasons of life.

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The stream races over the rock to meet with the river,

to bring to you all my love.

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Closing my eyes and allowing my spirit to embrace in the heavens.

Softly sings, whimsically dances, stumbles into your arms,

smiles, dreams and falls in love.

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The words of love are an introduction,

your touch seals each moment.

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When possessions becoming meaningless,

the treasure of love is exposed.

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I want to sing and dance in a forever embrace.

Fickled Month Of March

The month of March is well known of its seasonal tease. The winter wonderland once again brushes the hills with a dusting of white snow. The here today, gone tomorrow approach teaches us to enjoy and love each moment, for as quickly as the canvas is painted it can be repainted in various images that reflect the ongoing changes of life.

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It is your unconditional love and respect that has taught

me the most about holding true to the passion for life.

All the seasons come with a beauty of their own, I must say that I enjoy spring, summer and fall in just that order. Spring is the birth of all seasons, the growth exceeds itself with a colorful display that documents both our strengths and weaknesses. It is early morning and daylight is now replacing the dark days of winter. The trees stand tall their branches in an unnoticeable bud await the warming temperatures to begin the growing process. As the snow begins to melt a carpet of green appears as if winter had never touched the blades of grass. There are other outward signs that spring will soon be here, the great blue heron can be seen returning from winter migration, the catkins of the willow are enlarging and becoming quite showy and the song birds tune has become more melodic and beautiful as they to awaken from the dark cold days of winter.
Each morning I awaken to gaze out the un-draped window. It is as if the glass had become a porthole to a kaleidoscope of life, visions, dreams all distant and yet close. The inner spirit had become accustomed to a self observant view of one with the outer stimuli of nature in the hollow. My struggles becoming a mix of how life is and how I see it to be. Was change eminent or have I again fallen victim to circumstance? The earth is but a vast space of nurture to nature and its platform is that of love, it surrounds and exudes from our very being and still we stumble blindly, grasping at that which we believe we do not have.

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I bartered with the songs birds so they'd awaken you from your sleep and when you hear the sounds of chirp, chirp and tweet, it's really a whisper of my love and what you mean to me.
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I felt you in my heart and it warmed my very soul and at that very moment I quivered as if it were from the cold.
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To Know You Is To Love You...

The clarity of the night and the draw of the stars created a sky vision that was both haunting and arousing, so much so that I felt a magnetic draw that left me enthralled with the sparkle and beauty of reality, dreams and your love. As distant as the sky appeared, I felt my heart race as my spirit truly met up with yours on the paradise in the heavens. With each magical step the vastness of space was bridged close enough that I could actually feel your arms in a passionate embrace. The moon light cast a shadow that expanded on the creation of love as a silhouette of hungry souls devoured the moment.

LITTLE ANTHONY AND THE IMPERIALS

I'm falling in love with you..

DOO WOP GOLD,,JIMMY BEAUMONT AND THE SKYLINERS

Oh my darling, oh my darling this I swear is true....