"Being With You"

In the start, you and I met.
Thru and thru, I can't forget.
The time spent, is in my heart.
To us both, we never part.
I believe, we know it's set.
Misery, is how I feel.
Without you, I am not real.
I miss you, I feel so blue.
I need you, to talk to too.
And to us, it does seal.
You always been, my true friend.
I trust you, until the end.
And our talks, which I hold dear.
You are kind, I do not fear.
With my love, I give and send.
~M~

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"Anticipation"

Candles burning
sheets turned down
anticipation abounds.
Time passes slowly
quiet as a mouse
stars falling
earth standing still.
Waiting
eternally waiting
suspense filled evening.
The phone rings
You say my name
come get me
I am here.
Passion explodes
excitement is in the air
soon you will be here.
Candles burning low
Sheets thrown down
Passion spent
My girl's in town
~M~

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"A voice"

A voice on the phone I remember so well,
hun it was you This I can tell,
I play it back time and again
Wishing this distance will end
The time I spent with you I will treasure
For I know now our love is true
I could love no other
A voice of confusion and even despare
Your lost in love for you know you still care
I haven't seen you for a month and a few days
But the time with you there will never be a haze
I gave you the key
The key to my heart
Here is another key
Can we make a fresh start
My family I lost this I can not hide
I love you more than life
More than my pride
From the day we meet.
~M~

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"A Seductive Sin"

Long and Luscious
Burning Fire
Slow and Slick
Sweet Desire
Love and Passion
In depths within
Light and Flicker
A seductive sin
~M~

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"Where are They?"

They called themselves friends, and you called them that too,
but this thing they call friendship, is it really true?
For awhile it is all just fine,
then these friends are all saying mine.
When it comes to their problems- you always have an ear;
yet when you have a problem- they are never very near.
You begin to question what you value most,
and your friends enter your heart for a party for which you are the host.
Then when the party dies down,
your friends are not around.
Even if a friend remains one you would call a 'best'
you are afraid that they'll turn out like the rest.
So now my heart is dying and my will to live is too,
I am still dreaming for a love and friend that is really true.
~M~

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"We are born into the World"

Like a blank canvas
And every person that crosses our path
Takes up the brush
And makes their mark
Upon our surface
So it is that we develop
But we must realize there comes a day
That we must take up the brush
And finish the work
For only we can determine
If we are to be
Just another painting
Or a Masterpiece
~M~

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