Balancing on spaghetti strings
Across the roiling sea.
Teetering, and tottering,
To where we want to be.
Traversing this endless minefield,
Is not an easy task.
We need a map, or compass,
A helpful, handy pass
Their words of advice are not,
Always useful tools.
Our minds are overloaded,
With oh so many rules.
But, no matter all these laws
That try to bind me here.
I will always come to you,
Have no doubt or fear.
I belong with you,
And you belong with me.
No matter what they try to do,
We shall make them see.
Our love it is transcendent,
And I am always yours.
Together we are perfect,
Our love it truly soars.
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I belong with you,
And you belong with me.
No matter what they try to do,
We shall make them see.
Love that stanza
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Thank you, Pam. That means a lot coming from such a talented poet as yourself.
And by god we shall make them see,
That together we will always be
Nothing can keep you from me
Eternally happy and free
Eternity with Ionia is that perfection for which I yearn.
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Not a poet but liked this a lot.
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Thank you, John. I appreciate that.
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Sheesh man they can’t even send an email across an ocean…dare we hope? I love you.
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This is very true. An email takes five days, but I will be making use of spaghetti strings to help me. I will get there with the aide de spaghetti. Nothing will stop me. I love you too. Always and forever.
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I’ve got some sauce for you…
Oh stop, dirty mind.
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Tasty. I love your sauce. I have my own special blend for you too. It is all yours, every last drop.
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You are a naughty Englishman.
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I am your naughty Englishman, and I want to be naughty with you.
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You’re naughty without me
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But I want to be naughty with you. Always. Evverywhere. Everyhow. All the time.
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