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Crossing The Fault Line

Two hearts are distanced

by pain and hurt.

An argument started

by a misspoken blurt.



It's a fact of life

that we sometimes disagree.

Then we're stubborn and suffer

in our broken harmony.



'Who's right? Who's wrong?'

is all that seems to matter.

While things left unsaid

hang in silent chatter.



Neither wants to give.

Neither wants to budge.

So the hurt goes on

while holding that grudge.



The issue at hand

gets lost in the shuffle.

Hearts are bruised

in the ensuing scuffle.



Pride holds each at bay

and widens the gap.

Till neither can recall

what even caused the mishap.



Each thinks they're right.

But by now its so benign.

For all it takes is one step,

to cross the fault line.

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Written: 08/18/02

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At The Painter's House

Only five paintings of her on his walls;
but twenty times that many in his poems---
I asked him why.  He said it was respect
both to her nature and her modesty---
without regard to others' worldliness.
The pictures made with choicest artistry
are variations on a single theme---
an outdoor scene in bright, late-spring, sunlight;
a bench on which she sits surrounded by
the lawn on one side and, opposite that,
a pond.  She is clad in her finest gown,
her well-heeled shoes kicked off; her silk-sheathed feet
quite prominent in each.  The portraits show
different perspectives only, close and far.
A single pose done on a single day---
a favor that she was not comfortable
with, really, but allowed for love him.
Others would have demanded what they want,
but not him:  he was gladly limited
by what she would permit, grateful for that.
  I asked him why, unlike some other men,
he had no serving girls to look at there.
He said he did not need them here, nor want
to keep them in submissive slavery.
He said that, to a point and a degree,
even the pleasures of variety
became, for certain men, a storm-tossed sea
of lust in which to drown.  Hence, his devotion
promised always to her, spares the emotion
of infinite desire and then despair:
neither commensurate with licit love.

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Let Your Thoughts Be Known

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Love/Erotic poems

Many people don't know if they

Are ready for marriage,

Ready to accept the responsibility of a lover,

Ready to be there for each other,

If there's a possibility that you won't be happy,

Ask yourself if you want to do this.

Go ahead, be brave, speak your mind.

Eventually loves happens.

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"He has to be"

“He Has to be…”



Dark as the night or bright as the sun.

It doesn’t matter: I’d be content with either one!

Just let him be tall and lean, or short and muscular.

He has to talk like an executive, but be persuasive like a hustler.

He has to be smart, but every now and then stupid.

He has to have a rough exterior, but a heart like cupid.

He has to have his own life and be able to handle many things.

He has to be busy, but always answer the phone when it rings.

He has to be complex, but then again simple.

He has to know me inside and out, and identify my every dimple.

He has to be down-to-earth but occasionally a snob.

He has to be creative, but still have a job.

He has to be my mentor, but comfortable following my lead.

He has to prevent me from failure, and Insist that I succeed.

He has to be there when I need him but not always in my face.

He has to have his own home, but keep clothes at my place.

He has to like my family and vise versa.

He has to be polite, but not afraid to hurt ya!

He has to be conservative, but an undercover freak!

He has to be quiet, but always dare to speak.

He has to be my best-friend but never my dad.

He has to periodically piss me off, but consistently keep me glad!

He has to have the ability to be trusted with a set of spare keys.

He has to be cool if his curiosity delivers him more than he expects to see.

He has to be discreet about our intimacy but brag about me to all his guys.

He has to be tough, but not ashamed to rest his head on my shoulder if ever he cries.

He has to be the reason I can’t wait to punch the clock.

He has to be a great cook, but still my favorite jock!

He has to be real and sometimes tempted to stray.

He has to be rational enough to let his heart lead him back my way!

He has to be many things; definitely a good find.

Most importantly of all, “He has to be mine!”

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My ideal man

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To-gether (1953)

Together we've fought the battles of life

Together we've shared the sorrow and strife

Shared all the smiles as well as the tears

we've shared them together for thirty three years.



We've Watched life go on, as we stood side by side

Together we've felt a parents deep pride

Knew parents joys, and Knew parent's fears,

Shared them together for thirty three years.



It's sweet to look back on the life that we have led

But far sweeter now to look on ahead

And make this one wish as we smile through our years

Together to share the next thirty three tears.



By. Elsie M. Clemens (1903-1977)

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My Great Grandmother wrote this for her Husband for their 33rd wedding anniversary.

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This is What I Say

When I tell you I love you, this is what I say.
I say your Spirit moves me as a cool summer breeze rustles the myrtle leaves.
I say your joy ignites a molten fire deep within – that none other can quench.
I say your confidence brings security to my bones.

Oh how thankful I am to say – I love you
I remember the moment when your eyes opened to see the woman in me that loves thee.
Now, freely I speak my love, it is everlasting and unconditional.

My love is strength to your bones – Always elevating, motivating, appreciating the man in thee.
For in Christ you are complete, and
As the head –
Listening to the voice of our Father is a skill you have mastered.
He is the head of thee –so I trust you completely to be the Man of God for me.
Yes the woman in me loves thee

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I PROMISE

I PROMISE TO

  HOLD YOU FOREVER

  KEEP YOU BESIDE ME

  YOUR SPIRIT INSIDE ME.



I PROMISE TO

  KEEP YOU WARM ON COLD NIGHTS

  FROM NOW TILL WE'RE OLD.



I PROMISE TO

  LOVE YOU FOREVER

  ONLY YOU WILL I CHERISH

  TO THE DAY I PERISH.



I PROMISE TO

  HOLD YOU AND WARM YOU

  FOREVER I WILL CHERISH YOU

  FOREVER I WILL LOVE ONLY YOU.

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WRITTEN FRI. JULY 7, 2006

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Love for my Husband

You are my heart

Your in my soul

You are my life

You are my Gold.



I'm blessed by you

your blessed by me

You are my King

and I, your Queen



You complete my life

You make me strong

I am your wife

for eternity long



So kiss my love

and love my kiss

and be with me

for a life long bliss.

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Jan 2 06
Written for my husband Daniel Blodgett

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Marriage Views

First, marriage should be love

all encompassing, total, and free.

Love that grows stronger each day

soft murmurs of Thee, Thee, Thee.



Second, marriage should be sacrifice

giving of self, regardless of reward.

Gift gladly given, with open heart

shielded from life's harsh sword.



Third, marriage should be commitment

utter loyalty, deep to the bone.

Absolutely, no questions asked

faithfully promised, never alone.



Lastly, marriage should be forever

family bonded, yet all still free.

Lives joined with love, sacrifice, and commitment

an eternity promised with -

Thee, Thee, Thee

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