Countless times and-in countless ways, she tells-us, as-“sand” counts our days,
Again and again and once more too!
Until, a thousand times, she’ll coo:
“There’ll never be no time for us – my tears run down my face and muss,
Up all my make-up and-spoil-my-smile!”
NO TIME FOR US – and, all the while,
I wait with (pause)
Such Open Arms,
I say: “ I LOVE – your vibrant charms!”
I mention once or twice or 3,
“WE HAVE RIGHT NOW, ETERNALLY:
IF you’d just pause a moment, Dear, and wipe away that final tear,
I KNOW I’m with-you and always am,
Waiting – for your lovely femme-
Fatale-self – to heal – our every woe,
YOU CAN DO IT – This, I know!”
“So sad, so sad!” She keeps it going!
Until night falls, when there’s no “h – ing!”
Because she’s fast asleep, you see,
Too worn out for you and me!
As she dozes off to sleep, (She says) “REALITY, I LOVE TO KEEP!”
And “THAT’S REALITY,” She says again! And I’m so tired of where I’ve been!
She fell asleep, so sad and blue,
And, then, she woke, with morning dew.
And laying gently, by her side, was ME –
And She sighed,
And looked straight up to Heaven Fair,
And I was smiling,
And I assured her: “TIME IS YOURS!”
ETERNITY WAS ALWAYS HERS!
And She kissed all-our tears away,
We enjoyed a wondrous day!
A day to hope and pray and kiss,
All days of such Immortal Bliss,
And TIME’s her Friend,
And She’s not sad,
FOR COUNTLESS MOMENTS, WE’RE SO GLAD!
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Valentine Day is coming closer
All are dreaming of our meeting with our elusive Author.
Between the guys and gals working away it just dawned on us!
Is our famous Poet Laurent male or female?
Never thought to find out!
Oh! well I don’t really care what category of sexual persuasion walks through that door and I will jump ship to accommodate our Author.😁😁