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Dark Italian with Cream
Read more: Dark Italian with CreamThanks to Robert Charboneau for this poem. Although my blog and book are both titled ‘Coffee Shop Sessions’ this is the first poem that is actually about coffee! Follow Robert on Twitter or on his blog for more of his poetry and drawings.
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At Peace [with audio]
Read more: At Peace [with audio]On a winter’s night I lay down Look over And dream I am lying by your side Looking into your eyes, Feeling assured That this is it This is how it’s supposed to feel Two souls mutually feeling the same depth of passion Who appreciate all that has taken place To get us where we…
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Seize the Moment
Read more: Seize the MomentIt’s Sunday morning I run down to the park We lock eyes while you’re strolling by Electricity ignites deep inside Do I stop?Do you dare say hello?Do we say anything at all? So much we want to say So much we want to do So much we’ve longed for To only have this passing moment…
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Great Expectations
Read more: Great ExpectationsMy expectations are high;I want to find a love that will lift me to the sky.I’ve got this crazy idea in my mind;You’ll be the love I’ve been hoping to find.But you’re just a guyDestined to make mistakes. We give and take Along the way We hope for something more But this is all we’ve…
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Countdown to Love
Read more: Countdown to LoveAs little girls plucking petals one by one reciting, “He loves me, he loves me not,” All love and happiness rested on the count of those petals If an even number, the girl is bitterly disappointed While an odd count surely takes her over the moon with his undying love for her If only as…
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Relief
Read more: ReliefSleeping next to you We don’t say the words we need The nights get lonely Would it be easier living without me? You watch as I tumble down You watch as I fall to the ground Would you pick me up and piece me back together? Would you stand me up and love me forever?…
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Romance Is Dead
Read more: Romance Is Deadit happens to so many and we swore it wouldn’t happen to us,yet here we are: the kids have gone off to bed and we lie here confirming our romance is dead. longing to be desired, we’re aching for a spark, any resemblance of burning fire we know that something is missing but don’t know…
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The Journey Begins
Read more: The Journey BeginsThanks for joining me in this adventure of blogging! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton