There’s a reason, there’s a rhyme,
There’s a season & there’s wine.
Love & death come without a sound,
Between the coming & going is many a pound.
Hanging lanterns, shining light,
& the stars piercing the black night.
A quest to find a sky walk,
An endeavor to learn the moonwalk.
Many a door I’ve knocked,
The ones that opened are still locked.
The sweet fragrance of the smoky orange & lime,
What I meant to you, not even worth a dime.
Waffling Belgians & cheesy Swiss,
Your puckered lips & the sweet kiss.
Mistletoe & wreath side by side,
Kisses & shocks, part of the ride.
Sugar on my tongue, venom in my heart,
A tepee in the mountain, a pack of cards.
The David & the Goliath within me,
The warrior & the toddler within thee.
The solids, the stripes & the spots,
The checks, the kilts & the Scots.
Life, a mad scramble, leading nowhere,
Love, a big gamble, a worthless fare.
I see the smoke rising from the grave,
A sight to behold, the resurrection of the knave.
A dot a dash is my love for you in Morse code,
A period, a rash, a prince turned into a toad,
I love you, no statistics can refute, no mean, median or mode…
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