Valentine Wishes…

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A single rose, a dinner, a dance,

a poem, a song, a heart, a chance.

A loving missive

a kiss, a glance–

the world is ours

and we are blessed

if even once

perchance

we have Loved.

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Wishing all of you a Lovely day, full of happiness, hearts and flowers as you go your way…

Love you!  ~ Lily

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Dissolution.

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She snuggled close

He was morose

She reclined her head

He stood instead

She only wanted a chance

Not a lover’s dance

He was vacant

when he wasn’t complacent

She finally bid Adieu

To which he said

Wait! Where are you?

By then she was faraway

And he

With pain did pay.

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… and the moral of the story is:  Don’t take Your Love for granted!  : )

~ Lily

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Phototropism…

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Phototropism

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The blanket

becomes too warm and itchy

wrapped tight,

the quiet

sounds loud

at night,

the walls in winter

close in

though framed

and bright–

Your spirit

cannot help but reach

for Light.

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Walk my way…

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Love Poems towards Valentine’s Day

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Implore Deux
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How could we
have been made so Loving
if not meant to Love?
It only stands to reason,
I nod to God Above.
And flailing, I seek my purpose,
restless and loveless both.
I wonder at how much grace I have,
and how much Hope.
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Noir 
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Tell me a story from your life
she said.
There is nothing to tell
said he.
I didn’t Live
until I met You.
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Ice
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Subzero
I should not be walking.
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Taut
my skin my face
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Sear
at the fingertips
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Walk fast walk fast
pick up pace.
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Snow hardened
on evergreen
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Like crystal
like lace,
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Warmth
in my little heart
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Smile
on my winter face.
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With gratitude…

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With Gratitude

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The sky

with wisps ethereal

or towering

light

colour

ever changing

awe,

The trees twinkling with leaves

textured with bark

stoic

strong

and beautiful–

see what can be?

The grass is never greener

than in our summers

The water

calms

do you

imagine

anywhere

to be as wonderful and

as full of wonder as

here

can be?

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When your child

was born

as close to heaven

his face

when he loves

your lips

when kissed

the drawing

is for you

when you dance

you laugh

your eyes your being

you feel

asked

and given

full

of humanity

and one

with–

in the dark you know

all you need

is there

you know.

You know.

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May you be filled with Wonder for the beauty and bounty of this earth, and with Love for those who mean the world to you.

Happy Thanksgiving!

~ Lily

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Small gifts.

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Is this what it’s come to?

Happiness is

finding a perfect avocado

in the market,

contentment is

fridge and cupboards once again full,

or laundry done

and neatly folded?

Fun is the exhilaration

of a brisk walk

in sunshine,

crimson leaves dancing or

gold contrasted on dark bark?

Expectations down,

or life simplified,

appreciation found?

If I don’t want for much

disappointment abates,

if I don’t long for much

my heart patiently waits,

but as I walk fast

I beat pain I beat

a mortal enemy

and victorious in

the mirror I see

a small smile,

a gift to the world

in my simplicity.

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