I wrote this for you

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All the times I truly loved you
All the times I openly cried for you
All the times I internally died for you
All the times I playfully danced with you
All the times I quietly romanced with you
All the profound hope deep in my heart
All the horrific pain that tore me apart
All the pure love you gave to me
All the joy you handed me freely
All the sincerity, honesty, and kindness
You touched my soul so deeply
I don’t know whether to just smile or cry tears of ecstasy
That I am yours and you are mine
All the beautiful dreams I’ve had about you and I
All this I cannot deny
All those people in this remarkable world
All the time I am waiting to locate your being
All the time I’m trembling
Because although I haven’t met you yet
I wrote this for you.

Grasping the Hands of Time

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Clothed in a satin sleeveless gown
With a rich crimson shade
I stand and look down
Meeting colors of white and jade
Fragrances of much enchantment strengthen
As the stairs, I climb
Wishing it were possible to lengthen
Or possibly grasp the hands of time
Causing the hands to stay at 10:09
And never rise nor decline.

For as I continue to stroll towards the comforting air,
The music seems to stop, as I receive many a stare.
I look around, I realize and see.
That what they are staring at is me.
They see only beauty and grace,
Not the sad, tormented look in my eyes on my face.
Suddenly I am filled with thought
That roses wilt
But true love does not
For precisely at this moment I spy, I see
The love of my life sitting near the Christmas tree.

I thought he never wanted to see me again
Still remembering that time when
A boy who I will never miss
Bent over and stole a kiss
This act angered me to the core,
But what hurt me so much, so much more
Was to see my real love standing
Standing head lowered by the door.
A cold tear flows
From his beautiful face
The cold wind blows
As I dash to his place.
But he is gone,
He is no longer there
Leaving me in a state of despair
For I have created a heart beyond repair

I was apparently incorrect,
For he is there standing tall and erect.
I’m assuming he was the witness,
Of the time I yelled at the culprit,
The stealer of the kiss
Suddenly, something wonderful happens there
His eyes meet mine
His eyes so fine.
Nothing in the world could prepare
Prepare me for what happened next
For I was asked to play a song, French for by the light of the moon
A song for many known as “A clare de la lune”

So down I sat upon the chair
And I began to play.
For that instant I was no longer in despair
The world seemed to turn and sway.
Soon almost everyone left the banquet hall.
Soon my tears begin to fall,
Remembering the day when I lost it all.
I stand there by the window cold and sad,
Recalling good times I once had,
My vision is suddenly black.
As soft, warm hands touch my face,
My tears are held back.

I turn around at a steady pace
And am greeted with a sweet kiss and embrace.
From the heavenly saint,
Who can play soccer and paint.
His smile worth all the diamonds, rubies, and sapphires
The world aspires
Aspires to give
Not all the lilies common or rare
Can compare
Can compare with him and his presence.
For in the essence,
The essence of the moment
He went and brought my present.

He asked me not to peek or stare
For that would be unfair.
So I did as told and closed my eyes
Excited about this great surprise
He placed it on my neck with care,
A necklace more fair,
More fair than any other.
A mirror he set, he set in place.
And I used it instead to gaze at his face.
His slightly red hair began to shimmer
This angelic being, so divine.

As a song of memories past
Filled the room, subtle yet fast.
We dance under a moonlit night.
He holds me tender, he holds me tight.
Now from this moment I believe
In the magic which comes with Christmas Eve!
(By the way this romance
Everything from the gown to the dance
Was entirely fiction completely untrue
Although, I think it’d be grand, don’t you?)

Frenzy of Emotions

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Love. It is a grand concept only, until we fall. You think about all these spectacular scenarios and kisses in the moonlight, because the imagination wants a grandiose, over the top euphoria. You think about sharing an intimate dinner and sharing a warm blanket during a movie. Perhaps it would be appropriate to define love at this point. But how does one explain that feeling where a switch is flipped for some, for some it is gradual, and others instant and still others some other version. That’s getting there, that’s not love. I think love is feeling like you’ve found someone you can no longer endure life without. You need their voice, their touch, and hopefully to be loved by them. Love is having an atrocious day, but it is easier knowing you have someone who will listen. Love is being a bit mad but recognizing that now colors are more vivid, food taste better, and fabric is softer because love has heightened your senses. Once we fall, we realize our assumptions that were just created were wrong. We think we know what it will be like. That we’ll be happier than we’ve ever been. That we’ll smile when we hear their name. That just being near them will send us into a mind frenzy of emotions.

A True Fairy Tale, One I witnessed with my own eyes

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I’m been writing this poem a very, long time you see
I’ve been thinking and searching and smiling with glee as I’ve
I’m been writing this poem of their love’s history
Antonina and Levi a truly beautiful and wondrous pair
A couple whose love story is simply beyond compare
Once they were together
I saw a change in my twin
I saw her look at his photo
And helplessly grin
So the day he came I wondered what to say
To the man my twin might marry someday
The day I met Levi I’ll never forget
Because I was going to my first Bears game and I was hyper, you bet
Levi was calm and quiet
Sometimes he can be a riot but this time
He listened kindly to my joyous chatter
To him my words, my joy did matter
Bears vs. patriots in the snow
But I knew no matter what I would go
I could tell the moment we met
That he was the one she’d never forget
It was on that day that I knew
That they’d be together
No matter the weather
No matter the situation
They would smile in jubilation
See the day I met him
He accepted me in who I am
Then I felt it bam
In my heart I started to see
How we’d all one day be a family
The more he came the more I knew
That Antonina and Levi’s Love was powerful, beautiful, and true
Levi was immediately like a brother
There was really no other
Better to talk books, football, whatever I wanted
He listened and joked with me
I felt so incredibly happy
We would go out as a group of five and he was up for anything
The kindness in his heart was a truly wonderful thing
He fit in our family like a glove
This lovely gift from God above
I met his parents lovely people too
My love for my new brother grew
Then on the day of the rehearsal the first thing Jordan said to me
Was welcome to the family
I felt so welcomed I felt so blessed
I felt in my heart that I could rest
I noticed something then and there
The way they care about each other
The way they stare in each other’s eyes
The way they prepare
Things for each other
So people might say oh brother
Not me
I say what a blessing before for the world to see
In both their parents they have examples of beautiful love
Bozena and Jan
Jay and Ashly
Two couples with beautiful love stories of their own
Their example of love divine
Showed Antonina and Levi
A love that’s sublime
Now as your first Christmas as man and wife
I know you’ll love each other the rest of your life
And so much longer
And so much stronger
Because together the two of you
Show how powerful love is
When it’s true
Nothing will ever come between you
Because you have a bond
Of each other you are more than fond
On this Christmas night I say
I saw a miracle of love on your wedding day
I say good luck but you don’t need it
Because you two are remarkable as can be
Now that I’ve written your love history
I think I know
That your love for one another will always continue to grow
So Levi since her heart you did win
Please take good care of my twin

Billowing Smoke, Christmas Clues

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Billowing smoke protrudes

Casting thick clouds

Light glows through the incense

During Christmas mass

Overtaking my lungs

I rush out into frigid air

Rush back inside to hear the homily

Cloud of gray

Spreading down through the pews

Splitting the light

Enchanting Christmas clues

Clues me in to triumphant beauty

A precious thing I choose not to lose