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The Truest Magic

She walked into my ballroom
like no one else e'er before,

she was the queen supreme of my heart strings
I could never have asked for more.

Then her stoic eye encountered
what was mine, and mine alone,

it was the sound as she digested me
as I called her on the phone.

Then, she said she was bewildered
and didn't want to make a fuss,

she said she'd rather live alone,
than complicate the two of us.

She helped me to remember when
life's simpler time was where

we lived, loved, and cherished,
and genuinely, we did care.

I cannot help but wonder
if there's a more perfect way to see,

the pureness of this chaste called, "love"...
..celebrated with, my dearest lady.
— docmaverick, Jul 08, 2010

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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M

magics02

15 years 11 months ago

Nice one Doc

Only one suggest for it on this line we lived, and loved, and cherished how about we lived, loved and cherished (omitting one of the and's) Sure liked the sound of this one Love, Mona
docmaverick

docmaverick

15 years 11 months ago

Edits....

...applied, Mona.....to better the flow.(?) Thanx for the help on this one. I appreciate it. "Write on"! sincerely, #{:-{)}8==== docmaverick.
Seren

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Doc

Beautifully done Smile and a sigh love and hugs JayCee x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)