

All My PiecesMy heart dangles from a chain at your neck,All My Pieces
My hands are your mittens,
And your joy is mine.
When in your presence my attention is yours,
And when apart you have my thoughts. You have my devotion, My trust, My loyalty,
My love.
All of this you have and more.
You have me. You have all my pieces.
From the physical To the metaphysical To the emotional. It is all yours.
Yet I am still unsure whether or not I gave it.


In Lack of LoveTo my beloved I bestow a bouquet of words to benefit my heart. In lack of love my heart is left in lonely longing, And without lust my wings of want will wilt and wither.In Lack of Love
For with you not near my need shall never kneel to comfort,
And I shall have no halt to this hell of a


My WordsA picture is worth a thousand words but I can not control what is seen. I can not rearrange a mountainside nor paint the sky in clouds. I can not sink the sun in waves nor tie a pastel bow of light.My Words
I can not construct a waterfall nor cause the wind to blow.
A picture is not mans domain, he can capture just an image. But words, Oh words,
These are my building blocks, my barren lump of clay. Of these I have command, control and, rite. Shall I wait or linger, meander or wonder?
A sonnet perhaps, no a limerick, or just a simple rhyme. &
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