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He proclaimed

I am

as the lady wants me to be

rain drop to her pail

its a full moon

peeping through the slight clouds'

over cast

I piped into exclaim

like your love

peeping through your own

eyes just now

trying to steal the wonderfulness

of you

even from your own self

leaving me confused

as to where the moon is

upon cloud nine above

or right by my very side

this night

sigh!!

'tis true

how I would like to hold your

face in my hands

drink the love from your eyes

so deep in passion's garden

who needs any antioxidants

for your eyes are just as potent

those flaring fiery lips as red

as any prize worthy rose

still growing so strongly upon

the vine

the warmth they exude

is enough heat to tempt

a storm to come visit with us

soon

I don't mind drying though in your

arms though my dear

how could I stand to gain more

your breathing is like a soft

summer breeze

which could make me live

a million note worthy lives

for every death I die

what an impact

how I wish to fall asleep forever

in those eyes

then so quietly came his own

enrapt reply

as heaven holds this hammering heart

m'lady

now I find the moon is shining upon

me as well

lest I should not suppose

miss my warmest darling's

tenderly earnest face

nor the tear stains that have left

behind in moon light

their silent, truthful feelings' trail

in a heap I fell before such love's feet

and it was the Shakespeare in his soul

that caught me

for the rest of this life

I made from that night on

a life of true words living

with my very own Shakespearian soul

Dear Shy man I shall never forget

all your gentleness...........

(written July 17, 2001 1045pm)