He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.
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The bluebirds are perched precariously on the telegraph lines
symbols of divine love, and the bond between heaven and earth
as I cycle leisurely down the bramble covered lane
warm summer sunshine, lengthening my shadows in front of me
bumble bees humming incessantly, on the deep red flowering pyracantha
as I muse and turn over the rules of engagement in my mind
I am a very patient man, and I can wait until eternity
until our time is right, and written conclusively by a superior hand
and there is a place I love to go, a little further down the picturesque road
where the wild orchids grow, and each evening there is a cicada chorus
I park my bike beside the style, still listening to my I Pod
the hard edged tones of Steely Dan, harmonizing through my head
and I could write a tome of words, about how I feel about you
I settle down on my favorite spot, sheltered by pink and red dogwoods
as the whispering winds come sweeping down, the red sandstone canyon
while a golden oriole sings with joy and courage, from upon a thorny gorze bush
and I know within my core, our song of love will neither falter or waver
for you are the center of my world, the main artery to my heart
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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This is purely glorious!
A precious glimpse into your precious world!
I was immersed in the beauty of the word flow and beauty of the beauty!
Your writing is superbly unique; highlighted by your exclusion of full stops. The heart pauses and continues in your words as if living the experience! Such a great idea and master touch!
I bow in respect.
Suzie xoxox :-D
(It's a keeper!)
((Printing to show family))
Ron
B&R
There is a sacredness in relationships.
Love,
Joselyn
Love Tinka
But that's God's job. . .(the dropping on the heads part :-)
blessins Bro. P,
cynth'ya
How fabulous to have the inner knowledge and ability to quite simply love this way, at so many evidently different levels... a truly wonderful poem!
Love, Panda :)
Such a romantic ride.
Love,
Taylor
Beautiful poetry...
Susan
can you imagine how confused a generation millenia from now would be if they don't know what an IPOD is and read your words of love?
:P
yeah, i'm weird, i think of things like this
Your heart carries the hallmark of Divinity, and then, allows the world at large, to partake of your feast. Extraordinary!
On a lighter note, I also admire R. WALDO EMERSON - as well as, the floral bouquet.
I truly admire your work, Peter. May God bless you [us!] with many many more!
love&prayers, Rhonda
How Many Men & Women (Pray)Both Meet What They Think Is Hearts Desire Only To Possess It & Destroy It Same Time_
For Most Of Us Their Is No Hearts Desire In This World But You As I Wait- Heed My Word Of (God)--
JUST REWARD TO HIM THAT ENDURTH TO THE END...
ME,TRASK Only Thing (God) Can Give Me In This Holy Hell World Is My (Sactrifice)House-If He Does Not,I Turn Walk Away With My Children --I Build New House--
And Not Even Can (God) Take It From Me,i.e. He (God) Didn't Give it To Me in 1st Place-I Built It With My Own 2 Hands!
Your Friend,TRASK
God Bless
Michelle!
Fee
Take care,
Sherry
Love,
Eileen
but such is fate
beautiful Peter P
pax A
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)