If

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diary

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atrium of my heart

the prayers I said while on the beach
the closest place to Heaven for me
You are so close, I feel you there
Your grace is shining everywhere

I look for truths, talk out loud
shedding openly of this shroud
plead redemption to impart
this shattered atrium of my heart

answers come from my request
not what I wanted, but for the best
what I find is what I seek
and this truth will set me free

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thirteen years

thirteen years since we said I do

following the vows that we promised to

love, honor, respect are just a few

as we travel a path, while adding more rules

this happy day, as years pass by

and my oh my, how the time flies

maybe, not always, is there blue skies

but, giving all we've got to loving ties

building on yesterdays, starting each day anew

giving each balance, will see us through

the best saved for last, for me and you

since thirteen years, when we said I do  

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renaissance man

comfortable in jeans and boots
leather and helmet
waders and cap 
suit and tie

handsome in all 

a man of many talents
master of them all
well read, cultured
connoisseur of music and cigars 

soft spoken, soft touch 

a true renaissance man
in every since of the word
a man's man
every woman's dream

my wish come true 

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visions that loom

a few stolen moments

with memories made

not spanning much longer

before quickly abating

not everlasting

not more than a year

not more than mirages

that quickly disappear

the visions that loom

every night in a dream

what rises to the top

like the thickest of creams

as we ran parallel

on two different lines

what you keep as yours

as I discard mine

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