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.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki - Art by gemini.google.com
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.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki
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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.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki - Art by gemini.google.com
