by Wayne Wysocki
Objects in mirror
are closer than they appear,
Nothing is nearer
than what you will find right here,
So open your eyes, and see me,
forget what you've planned,
You can stop looking--
what you're seeking is so near--
Just reach, and I'll take your hand.
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by Wayne Wysocki
We go to bed
In my room of pink,
And I really think
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
We go to sleep
In my room of pink,
In my bed we sink.
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
And we make love
In my room of pink,
With a nod and wink.
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
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If you were my Valentine,
My world would be so sweet,
And if I kissed your lips divine,
My heart would skip a beat,
So tell me, dearest darling, do
That I'm the only one for you,
For if your heart were truly mine,
My world would be complete.
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by Wayne Wysocki
Dancing in my dreams
I'm only dancing in my dreams,
For you no longer hold me
When I need your strong embrace
I will get along
My hopeful heart is very strong,
And you will not define me,
Though no one can take your place
There are other joys to know,
And I'll embrace them so,
Every moment, every year,
And when my days are through,
I'll still remember you,
And maybe even shed a little tear
Yes, I will be okay
No, you can't hold me, we can't sway,
But I still have my dreams
I'm still dancing in my dreams.
This poem was written for a courageous lady who, through illness, lost both legs, yet refused to give up on living the best life she could. Read it again, this time from the perspective of that optimistic and determined soul.
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