The Black & White Poet

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Your Box

I was looking through your box today.
It played out loud,
In surround sound.
I smiled at every moment,
Every rose,
Every kiss…
And a security ran down my very soul,
For every “forever” that gave contribute
In our every encounter.
And then a profitable rain
Desired to dispatch from the clouds
Not wanting to strip the dirt
And cause more bankruptcy and thirst.
Rather, it gave the sun an opportunity.
And the garden- hope.
You're box remains unburied
And far from the cemetery.
Because you love me…
I love you…
And our love is infinite.

~DaYnA e. 8/7/05

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