Reading Dog Eared Love Letters

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Reading dog eared love letters
Smelling of her French perfume
Longing to be with her again
Clinging to memories, I consume
The candlelight quietly fading
The only sound is my pen’s scratch
Scribbling missives & shanties
Acknowledged beauty, she’s quite the catch

A Woman Of Interest

A woman of interest

But she couldn’t comprehend

Dismissing my words

Like my missives of love could ever end

She called me droll & simple

But I yearned for her feminine pleasure

Astounding all expectation

The greatest of my Pirate treasure

Beyond all your common tales

This woman; finer than her humility

Beauty isn’t a logical equation

Though her logic doesn’t equal tranquility 

Picking Out Tunes From A Lost Childhood

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Picking out tunes from a lost childhood
Icons from an isolated life; memories fleeting
Can’t keep track of my overblown tragedies
My own imagination responsible for these beatings
My past is a weight, tugging at my fragile soul
Written missives, but she flew off to Ontario
Shunning my offerings for a comprehensive life
I speak of love, but she merely turns up the stereo