A love poem, to my one and only love...

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How many stars are there,
someone ask me,
as we gaze up at that
blue blanket
holes shimmering

How many snowflakes are there,
spirling softly ans silently
to earth
like miniature meteors
sent from heaven
to destroy us?
But everytime I try to answer
I close my eyes and think
of you

Are you my prophet,
my savior,
my sins,
gazing at me with those angellic eyes?

I know the answer.

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Much love to you, my dancing queen. You rock my socks off.

On my 30th birthday, Lisa gave me a rose (which was totally unexpected). A simple gesture that completely illustrated the delicate sweetness Lisa's personality.

When I see Lisa, I have this urge to fold her into my arms and just keep her there. She has has the appearance of a delicate porcelain doll, but inside lives a strong woman who doesn't fold when life deals her a crappy hand.

I admire this lady a lot.

I question if I have ever met a kinder soul than Lisa.

That, in and of itself, is as much testimonial as I could ever give another person.