I close my eyes, remembering
The day we almost met.
You were taking Cynthia
(Your puppy) to the vet.
You were glowing beautifully,
A tear drop in your eye,
And I was in my plain white van,
My third time driving by.
I almost parked, almost went in,
Almost told you my name
But I kept on making four right turns
And keeping things the same.
Sometimes I close my eyes and think
Of how we might have been
But it’s best for both of us if I,
For now, remain unseen.
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When I look into your eyes
I see past the grand disguise,
Past the diamonds and the dress
And paint to cover up the stress,
Past your ever-graceful way
Maintained despite a grueling day.
In your eyes, so dark and still,
I see you as no camera will.
In your eyes I see, unhidden,
Slippers, sweatpants, and a kitten.
Twinkle brightly little star
For those who see you as you are.
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Here I am, a little boy.
How strongly my heart beats
Gazing on an elder swan
Praying time repeats,
For how can I grow ever older
As the world grows ever colder
Knowing my arms will never enfold her,
And facing only defeats?
Here I am, a tiny man
Seeing into the past
A lady, once in a lifetime
Traveling ever too fast.
Many a princess has been misled
Into kissing a frog, but not when it’s dead
And I, but a tadpole, just watched as she fled
And I wish my heart might beat its last
For how can you live with a soul
Guaranteed to miss half of its whole,
Being born in a land whose cruel history planned
To demand from your hand unfair toll?
For a frog may love flying,
But know only a leap, imitation.
So I, left unborn in the past
See my love through a like limitation,
With a heart never freed
From perpetual need
Knowing she’ll never read
This most pitiful seed
That someday just might grow
To a tree that might show
Just how far I would go
So that maybe she’d know
Here I am!
Here I am!
Here I go!
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Her eyes were blue as Crater Lake,
Her breasts were like Mount Hood.
Her hair fell like Multnomah Falls
And all these things were good.
I held her hand and felt as big
And strong as Haystack Rock
Until my wife came home that night
And smacked me with her cock.
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My wife stole 5,280 feet
On our honeymoon cruise down the Nile.
But that’s really ok,
‘Cause you know what they say:
Give her an inch and she’ll take a mile.
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Your presence is like ice cream
Eaten with a wooden spoon
While a puppy sits upon my lap
Some Sunday afternoon.
Your voice is like a raindrop
After seven years of drought.
I’m acting like a macho dude
For fear that you’ll find out.
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When a man has nothing to say
He waits in silence for the silence to end.
When a girl I like has nothing to say
She says “That’s so nice, but I have a boyfriend.”
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