YOU ARE (3)

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    YOU ARE (3)

    You are a ray of hope on a cloudy day
    You are the rhythmic beat that makes my body move in a strange way
    You are the sunshine that dries up all the rain
    You are the song that I want to hear again and again

    You are the dream that when I wake I have a smile on my face
    You are the stage for my emotions to showcase
    You’re more beautiful than any landscape far or near
    You’re more complex than words from William Shakespeare

    You are as pure as the white sands on a West Indian beach
    You are as ripe as a Georgia peach
    You are the mountain's majesty that takes my breath away
    You are the gleam in a child's eyes on Christmas day

    You are the joy felt on the birth of newborn babies
    You are a precious find no ifs, buts, or maybes
    You are the heavens above vast and infinite
    You are my strawberry covered with chocolate

    You are the breath of live and my oxygen
    You bring be back from the nether region
    You are the spark that lit the fuel to the sun
    You are vivacious, alluring, and a sexy vixen

    You shine brighter than the stars in the sky
    You are truly hotter than hottest day in July
    You are the flame that burns evermore
    Your love is the rain that I would stand in a downpour

    You are the heat that warms my winter nights
    You are an angel dancing in candlelight
    You are as pure as the spring waters of Jamaica
    You are enticing my tantalizing little Geisha

    Your sheen shines bring for all to see
    You are everything near and dear to me
    You are the sweet melody that brings music to my ears
    You are a love song that brings me to tears

    Your loves is a banquet and I the hungry to be fed
    You are the full moon that shines over my head
    You are the wind that fills my sails
    You are life and all that it entails

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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