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Majestic and or otherwisethe girl listens to Jazz. I stare and watch every move,she lifts and tips her glass. Nothing has ever mattered more,so she acknowledges the momentand blows a kiss at last. I wait for her eyes to return,she moves to the rhythm,drawing almost too close at times. It’s here she whispers her favorite…

Standing underneath a grove of autumn treesthe girl and her charmscompliment each other. One can’t really tellwhere the sky begins,all that I can confess,I can only stare. There are certain wordsthat are often whispered a thousand different ways of course. I watch as she stepsthe ground sits converedin the most colorful of leaves. Her arms…

Out on the couchthe fire is too hot,she gives herself a toastto new beginnings. Her glass is full of iceit’s there to cool her temperamental side. That side where,she’s a seductive scientistcreating the chemistrydrawing me to her. I owe her nowfor putting these imagesdeep inside my mind. Seductively,she’s always so quietI honestly can’t tell anyonehow…

This is my early hourstanding alongside a bitter night,just as I’ve always done. The sun is on the vergeof staging another battleI try to keep the moonfrom her bitter rival. Oh what I’ve done?The early songbirdsare getting ready to sing,perhaps this is the morningthe jealous moon has already won. From the heavensto our beloved GodsI…

If in a dayI saw you loveI could easily pretendto ignore your love.Would youcontinue to bemy one and only?I implore you loveto choose your one,either way,just say the wordsor remain silentjust as you’ve done. I can very easily remain in my worldsimply to be a fooland write how muchI love you. I dare those wordscome…