 On a misty spring night
With the moon at its peak I rounded the corner fast And saw you there Encased in glass I could barely speak You dared to smile, That gentle, squinty half-smile That smile that told The stories of your eyes That lit the room with gold Against the deepening cobalt skies I splashed in your laugh Like a bird in a fountain And stumbled into your depths Heard the clanging of ships Under a Red Eclipse And warmed myself in your breath Pulled under Into waves of wonder I've inhabited the leagues of your heart Every year must end, I've learned But then A new one has to start
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Celebrating all
that she is, loves, and learns 
Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit... It's not always roses, but that's life... for bitter or sweet. 
...aftertaste...I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place... 
...A mile in my shoes...
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