....AND IS THOU NOT AS RARE AS YOUR SHE?*

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JOURNAL #39

a garland of grace
encircles your words
you remain a man of much favor
a proponent of light
ferreting out every last
corner that hides in the dark
with such beautous disregard
for the often favored wrong old ways
of doing things
you keep fast to your steady pace
no disadvantage can you not find
the means to out date and disgrace
it boggles even the borders of
the brimming brain
to think
that such a man in his every action,
glance and deed
truly does love this gently tempered me
why it almost makes me arrogant
to the point I smile damn near
incessantly
I love you my own sort of Indiana Jones
procuring the personal treasure you seek
that of a far more congenial society...............
(Nov. 23, 2010 227pm )

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written for the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

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