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I Cherish
If only I could see
Myself in the ways I be
David and Goliath,
Twenty-first century
You shun. You laugh.
You curse me out.
I live. I smile. Yet, I
Still can’t drown it out.
Had only I been given a
Story to tell; well, that story
I’ll tell and forget all else.
Just twice an hour
Just thrice a day
It’s enough time for me
To appreciate your stay
You make me forget
Why I ever doubted myself
A hand to a hand: that’s how we walk
together, laugh together, live together.
Eyes to eyes: that’s how we talk to each other,
smile to each other, console one another.
Tonight is dark and simple.
Tonight, I smile with a great big dimple.
And, forget it not, your smile is of a ripple
warming my soul little by little.
Young is us and always. Happiness
is but the stories, lighthearted and memorable.
Blue is but our thoughts. Sigh.
Blue is but our thoughts, cold and mellow.
Cold as in the pool water of summertime.
Mellow as in the warmth of the sun, shining
on us, when the July months move slow and
come to a halt, when the skin knows it’s you,
when the brain senses it’s true, when everything
around us is all but blue, time halts.
Then resumes and reminds me of you.
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I Cherish is written for a certain someone; it tells of the joyous highs of a relationship, whether it be romantic or friendly.