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Being almost Valentine’s day I thought I would fob you off with a couple of poems what I wrote. The first was for Libby before she became my wife (actually it is probably truer to say I became her husband) and although it is not entirely accurate it does convey how futile my resistance was. If Libby were a General she would have a silver breast plate, a gold broad sword and ride a very big horse (I know I am mixing my metals but if anyone can carry it off Libby can). The second poem is about love overcoming loneliness, how there is someone for everyone out there but unfortunately there is no guarantee we will ever meet them. I feel incredibly blessed, I could have searched for a dozen lifetimes but Libby found me in the first.

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      N O   P R I S O N E R S

I fought so very hard not to let you in
but your army of love got under my skin.

You soon were advancing through my veins
my liver and kidneys were unlikely gains.

You boiled my blood, made me sweat
challenged any and all opposition you met.

You knotted my stomach, vented my spleen
took everything but prisoners in between.

You assaulted my senses, bruised my pride
caught me off guard with nowhere to hide.

You invaded my dreams, conquered my fear
bore the head of my doubt upon your spear.

You besieged my mind, captured my heart
tore the very last of my resistance apart.

You crushed my reserve, I accepted the toll
raised a white flag and surrendered my soul.

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                               S T I L L

Dance with me.
Hold me close and press.
The world can fall.
Time can stand.
Still.

Dance with me.
Breath to my ear.
Captive to your scent.
Let our beating hearts be.
Still.

Dance with me.
Thought kissing thought.
Alone in a crowd.
We are but wallflowers.
Still.

Dance with me.
Floating aloft.
Held by music.
The room remains.
Still.

Dance with me.
Eyes lightly dressed.
Memories turn and fold.
On a bridge we wait.
Still.

Dance with me.
The moment forever.
Years gone and to come.
Knowing I love you.
Still.

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