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PHOEBE
Once
again, ever dreaming
always
of you, Dearest Phoebe
Alone
in my distance, leaning
into
past whence we first met
Loveliness
in my mind, set
my precious, Unforgettable Phoebe
Forever
yearning spurs my dreaming
mesmerized
by you, Beguiling Phoebe
Emotion
swells, aspire to ascribe,
ardor,
mere words beyond describe
Impossible
as it may be, I must try
innate
beauty, I plea tongue tied
so exquisite you are, Cherished Phoebe
I
find myself dreaming, dreaming
ever
of you, Mystical Phoebe
Huntress
in silver moonlight aglow
sister
to prophetic Sun, Apollo
Enchantress
of Man's desire
Exalted
above all sacrificial fire
Olympus worships you, Adored Phoebe
Spell
gives rise to primeval dreaming
woven
of you, Mystical Phoebe
Fakirs
in your Oracle, crumble to dust
in
antiquities handed down to us
Praise
set forth, penned to laud ye
Deity,
her heiress, you embody
a Goddess such as you, Eternal Phoebe
Oer,
ever, endless dreaming
yes
of you, Ambrosial Phoebe
Sensuous,
lissome figure, teeming
fervor,
as yet uncovered rapture
Silhouettes
of us thus captured
If
only you and I could be
entwined
forever, Shining Phoebe
If
you were but mine, I could fly
oer'
rainbows hind your starry eyes
Gliding
on currents, golden flowing tresses
celestially
impelled, sweet winged embraces
If
you could only need me
as
I you, Divine Phoebe
for
Phoebe Conway
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TINA,
MY DEAR
Tina
my dear,
oh,
how I long to hear
My
contentment you see depends
On
whether we be friends
(or
I your one, your only other)
We
two, yes, Timeless lovers
Tina,
you see,
you're
everything to me
an
aspirant to faithful friend
For
as I pen these lines I do declare
(no
my love is not a budding infatuation)
I regard
you with utter fascination
Tina,
I say
I'm
yours either way
if
I must as, obedient friend
Ever
eager to selfishly contend
(as
for me there can be no other)
My
self, I offer, as a most hopeful lover
Tina,
my dear
please
tell me, tell me, do
Am
I to be your endless flame
or
spend my life in vacuous same
(a
raging fever near to your tethered fire)
never
spent kindling, my pent up desire
FOR
TINA ROBERTS
COPYRIGHT
1997
John
R. Sanchez
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