I write this poem
Not to be read,
Nor to be talked about
But to be loved.
For I write this poem
Because you are
The Poem,
The Poem that I love.
You on whose face
I see everything.
You on whose face
I write the sweetest words
You on whose face
Lie the questions that
I ask
The answers that
I get.
You, the Poem that I love.
You in whom everything I feel
Stays, lives and grows
Just because I love you,
You, the Poem.
You, whose presence creates
A new day, a new life.
You are the letters, the words
The lines of my life.
You, the Poem that I love.
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“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
And I did.
Tony
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