Love in a Box

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|          IN               |
|           A                |
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25     TO WAIT FOR HER

Hypnotized by recall
/    of one moment’s emotions,
Mesmerized with delight
/    by outrageous notions…
Yet he’s aware some feelings
/    are better left undefined,
And even poetic rebels
/    must draw the line.

But he’s willing to wait for her.

So a lonely man wishes
/    upon his star,
So the martyr nobly
/    loves from afar…
Sadly ceding now’s chance
/    to string his pearl,
He knows the woman needs time
/    to shed the girl.

But he’s destined to wait for her.
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26     LONG ODDS                                                                                             *****

For her priceless affections
/   countless suitors will vie;
Faced with lottery odds,
/   a slim chance have I.
My heart quiets my head –
/   I’m compelled to try.

Too often I’m haunted
/   by what could have been,
So despite the long odds
/   this gambler wants in!
A grand prize is at stake;
/   someone’s destined to win.

That’s the way the game’s played
/   in the quest for a mate,
So my chances no more
/  shall these words debate.
And if someone‘s another,
/   I’ll not rail at fate.
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27      ONE WISH  (40-10 = 20+10)                                                         *****

A genie sprang from a bottle,
Offering fame and fortune and fun:
“Three wishes will I for you fulfill.”
But I told him I needed just one.

A decade of age fell from my soul;
I was back in my thirtieth year!
When my ingenue caught the ten,
I said, “Thanks. We’ll take it from here!”
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28      CANONIZED!

Affinity flares from afar…
But while lacking confirmation,
My near-emotion’s morose.
This dark-spirited martyr
Would prefer to be close

To glow of sainted glory…
Such alliance with radiance
Is one illustrious goal,
But she could cast white light
Through my shadowy soul

Till the exalted exult…
Transfigurations are sacred
Where love’s will must be done.
We by decree of that canon
Shall shine like the sun!
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29      ANJANETTE

So, just what is in a name?
Well, that’s not easy to say,
But I encountered
/   this woman today
Whose very name

At once tempered my spirits
/   yet lifted them higher,
Subtly melted my ice
/   while cooling my fire,
Somehow quenching my thirst
/   without serving me drinks,
And  chaining my heart
/   despite all missing links.

Now, there’s no bigger coward
/   in all of this city –
I barely managed to say
/   that her name’s “very pretty,”
But what’s in this name
/   I’ll not soon forget –
Devil and angel,
/   it was Anjanette!
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30      HYPERBOLE

If you gave me a choice,
I’d want to be with you
Until the sunset of time faded in the west.
If you gave me a chance,
I’d stay with you
Until the ever-spinning world came to rest.
If you really loved me,
Our lives would paint a picture
That radiated joy in its every stroke.
If your heart were a fire,
I’d surrender my soul
That perchance I might whiff its fragrant smoke.
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31      INSECURITY                                                                                          *****

When you make me feel needed,
I can sleep throughout the night.
If you’d just say you love me,
I’d surely be all right.
If I knew I’d won your favor
With my sad-romantic ways,
I could look back in reminiscence
Or ahead to better days.
Should I endure these tough times
To find something to enjoy…
There might someday be a man
Where there’s now a little boy.
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32     KNOCKOUT

His glass seems always
/   filled to the rim;
Every lucky advantage
/   lies with him.
On good days my stop sign
/   becomes a yield.
Just once I’d like
/   to level the field.
With my unshackled hands
/   to defend and attack,
In a fair fight he finishes
/   flat on his back!
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33      A MOTHER FIRST

As young ones’ mother,
/   someone’s wife…
Love’s happiness defines
/   her busy life.
In what’s important
/   she’s so well-versed:
She always puts
/   her family first.

As young son’s friend,
/   daughter’s teacher…
A nurturing heart is her
/   outstanding feature.
In good times ahead
/   or bubbles burst,
She’ll always be
/   a mother first.
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34     LOVE IN A BOX

Will I put my love in a box
/   and store it on some shelf?
You’re hoping I can do something
/   that you couldn’t do yourself.
If we wore each other’s shoes
/   and I asked you for the same,
You’d resent the request forever
/   and on me you’d place the blame
For the failure of our fantasy,
/   for dulling a dream so bright…
But oozing freely into the box,
/   I concede without a fight!
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35      PERFECT LOVE

What you used to believe may need correction –
It might not be so hard to achieve perfection;
Your love gave your life a new sense of direction.
You’re the world’s only hope for a perfect love.

Doubt says a lyrical truth won’t last forever.
Still, each starry night makes you wonder whether
Against all odds, you could grow together
To become fate’s best chance for a perfect love.

When fools say you’re crazy for your silly grinning,
When you know you’re right from the very beginning,
When losing it all somehow feels like winning,
It could be that you’re finding that perfect love.

Your courage took risks that rarely are taken
To build firm foundations not easily shaken.
Cornerstone dreams from which you never awaken
Have capped a flawless quest for a perfect love.

What you used to believe now needs correction.
It’s no longer so hard to achieve perfection.
Your love gives your life a brand new direction –
You’re the world’s one example of a perfect love.

(July 26, 1981)
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36      TAKE A CHANCE


What you used to believe
/   my need some correction;
It’s no longer so hard
/   to achieve perfection.
Love gives your life
/   a new sense of direction…
When you seek romance with me.

Friends call you Cheshire
/   for your silly grinning,
And losing reserve
/   surely feels like winning.
You’ll know it was right
/   from the very beginning…
When you take a chance on me.

(July 26, 1981 and June 27, 2001)
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37      LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT                                                                            *****

What I believe about romance
/   may need some correction…
Spotted her from my seat
/   in the nosebleed section,
Sneaked down to steal a glance 
/   in her direction,
Used a faithful friend
/   as line-of-sight protection…
I should ditch this plan
/   for escaping detection;
My future appears
/   in a vision of perfection!
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38      DEFENDER OF THE FLAME                                                                         *****

Intrigue is reflections
/   that other fires lack;
This flame wavers and falters
/   but always comes back,
Providing soft shadows
/   that bounce and prance –
Across time and space
/   they flicker and dance.
My life moves like a breeze
/   that rekindles the fire;
Any threat of extinction
/   seems to lift it higher.
It burns through the storms
/   and glows through the night,
And though now of no value
/   as heat or light,
Its defender knows
/   that no one can name
A great fire not born
/   of a tiny flame.
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39      THIS NIGHT                                                                                      *****

Special moments won’t listen
/    to rhyme or reason;
The seeds of love may be sown
/    in any season…
So improvise a pillow
/    in yon patch of clover;
Lay your heart open
/    ere this night be over.
Harvest wonders under stars
/   and an August moon…
Yes, damn the dawn’s plan
/   to intrude so soon!
Supersede in one eve
/   the seeds planted before,
And share the secrets meant
/   to be secrets no more!
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40      LIMITED APOLOGY

Now perhaps I should try to word this
In a different, more acceptable way
Because the apology I’m about to offer
Is too much a romantic cliche’.

In my presence you seem uncomfortable –
It’s my fault and I should’ve known better!
God knows I didn’t mean to upset you
With that phone call and that letter.

Lady, I never wanted to hurt you
By letting my dream become too real.
I’m sorry for some things I’ve done
But not sorry for how I feel!
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41      OUT THERE                                                                                     *****

We’ve probably passed
/  on a busy street;
I know you’re out there,
/  but where do we meet?
Do I belly up
/  to a fancy bar,
Spend money and time
/  where the women are?
Do you show your rhythm
/  on a lighted floor,
Get stuck at some party
/  with a hopeless bore?
The whole singles scene
/  is so deflating,
Almost desperate enough
/  for computer dating!
The phone never rings;
/  I’m tired of waiting…
If I knew where to look,
/  you’d be swept off your feet;
I know you’re out there,
/  but how do we meet? 

 

 

 

 

 

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