To Andre Whit Love

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    To Andre Whit Love

    You are another year older, another year wiser

    After a hard day of work, you head home

    Wondering what you will have for dinner

    You walk in hmmm that smell

    You turn the light on but the candles light

    You try the lights again and soft music begins to play

    You hear from the hall wall “Hello honey”

    You look, you like what you see

    A kiss, a hug, a twirl and a whisper there is more to come

    But dinner first

    You change and get comfy and back to dinner

    The candles slowly burn out as we dance in the living room

    That leads to the bed room

    “Happy Birthday” and I can only imagine the smile on your face

    When I touch and disappear

    The sweet smell of romance fills the room



    Today is your Birthday

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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