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If Only You Can See
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If Only You Can See

If only you can see my eyes now
you will read all the untold words
If only you can see through them
you will understand that for me you are the world

If only you can see the smile on my face
when i receive your email, message or phone call
you will know that you have captured me all

If only you can see what happens to me the moment we meet
If only you can feel how fast my heart beat
you will know that you are the only one who makes me feel complete

6 March 2007

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too many? ? ? ? ? ? in your poem.....peace, david A perfect poet 41505 Send not to know for whom these bells toll? My soul is paying full toll… a fee to set me free… I love and I am loved… I am a perfect poet… I am a perfect poet, for I love and I am loved. I am a perfect poet, because I have learned, Beyond the words and worlds of many others, A perfect poet has just two tasks to meet perfection, With ease, one of these twins is won, simply achieved, Compared to the immeasurable challenging nature, stricture, Stature, scripture, structure, complicity, complexity of the other… First, with simple words works scrambled, blindly maligned Aligned occasionally rhymed to her/his satisfaction, Rich or poor, in sickness or in health, for better or worse, Ignoring all curse, taking whatever is in store, finding the score, A perfect poet translates from the prosaic mosaic, Refutes, computes, disputes, dilutes, imputes, minutes All the life of process, to a sharp, poetic pitch, A high degree of poignancy, being significant, Her/his bas-relief regales, towering over all other scales, On bails of joy and grief… Bound in a second round, without a second, Minute, hour, day, week, month, year, Decade, century, millennium to spare, The rare second chore to score is, To become integral, to be a poetic soul… The feat depends not on fame, recognition, threats of perdition, any sedition, petition, Cognition, nor being seen as a celebrity… The stasis may be a purely singular, peculiar Secret to a perfect poet, alone… Send not to know for whom these bells toll? My soul is paying full toll… a fee to set me free …