Valentine
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Cupid struck, a long time ago
An arrow in the heart
Stunned by the blow
From that moment I knew,
you would be mine
And forever be,
my valentine…
© 2019 Peinsejoager
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Cupid struck, a long time ago
An arrow in the heart
Stunned by the blow
From that moment I knew,
you would be mine
And forever be,
my valentine…
💦
There is no argument left,
After careful consideration
And some debate,
(although still open for opinion)
Danish water tastes bleak.
Especially when compared,
To Belgium water,
Which is rich with hops
And brewed with care
And more so when compared,
To Scottish water,
Which has the flavour of malted barley,
While enriched by age in oak barrels.
There is some debate on the case of health,
and no argument on the case of cheer…
We toast to our loved ones,
We toast to our friends,
We toast for peace and harmony
We toast for love and friendship
We toast to wish every dear one good health…
“Slàinte”
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The news travels the digital channels,
Arriving in bursts and waves
Registering happiness and joy
In celebration of,
The coming of a new life
During the summer in the new year…
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Once there was a time
When we had a voice,
and chose to be silent…
Our silence was interpreted
And now we lost the rights,
to hear our voice again…
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Walking through the narrow streets
The sun peaks through the clouds
We venture into this new place
A first impression, full of joy
Experiencing as always, together
It is a good day…
Small houses and cobble stones
A romantic setting, for a joyful day
We walk hand in hand
A cozy feeling, full of warmth
Small coffee house serving,
It is a good day…
Afternoon chill, a slight breeze
while walking through the street
finding a new destination
Sitting down at a corner cafe
Cool beer served, nuts on the side
It is a good day…
Evening setting in,
A drizzle cannot kill the mood
Diner time, a feast served
Enjoying every detail of this moment, bit by bit
Experiencing as we always do, together
It is a good day…
^
A slight breeze touches the skin
Hot evening, passion erupts from within
Thoughts develop, motion at play
Where love is a movement away
Yearning for that moment
Once more,
Where affection turns to lust
And lust transforms to passion
Writing that song of love,
Reciting that lost poem
Full of affection, deep in the heart
While dreaming of a continued future
Side by side, united as one…
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A statement from the heart,
No exit! No entry! Stop!
Stuck in a bubble… no room for rewind…
Only one way to go, forward I guess.
Will you be there?
Closing eyes to catch a glimpse,
Emotional wrecks, we both are
I sure hope you will be there
Finding solace in each others arms.
!
“We all know they are crooks,
But, my crook is admitting he is a crook,
Therefore, he is much more trustworthy than your crook…”
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Primitive writing suggests the complex,
Does the complex require primitive writing?
Or, are we just talking in code?
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Primitive writing suggests the primitive
Does the primitive suggest primitive writing?
Or, are we just talking in code?