The emeralds are jealous
of her eyes.
She brings sunshine
into the lives
of every heart she touches.
Her words are not arrows
as is the custom of some
but they are like the hands
of a highly skilled carpenter.
They mold, build and help
shape me into the man
I was meant to be.
She takes me through
fields of wheat when I
can only see the vultures
hovering above the desert
of my life.
And when I need a safe harbor,
in her arms is where
she takes me.
You deserves the harvest of your dreams. You are in love my friend. I anvy you and know that to envy is against my better thoughts of anyone. I anvy your love...I am also part of the passions we share.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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