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Things I Say

On Each Equation

There is no one right way
But many paths to the source
How any one will take it
Is simply a matter of course.
Many factors to each equation
Calculating methods may vary
Solutions are never ever simple
And consequences often contrary. -ria


On Only This

His hands ran across her shoulders
And then slowly down her arms
He said that she should rest assured
This love would bring them no harm.
They knew of some of the turmoil
Which subsequently could arise
But had only this once in a lifetime
And hearts that couldn’t compromise. -ria

On No Words

It’s true there are no words
Which could begin describing,
Silence speaks best sometimes
Though it’s much less beguiling.
Still the avenues missed
As well as others encounter
Gives, takes, and still insists
That all stakes empower. – ria

On Life’s Sweetness 

It was beginning to feel

Like a hopeless cycle

Right up to the very point

That he found this miracle .

And nothing that happened

Before this for him occurred

Seemed at all relevant now

That life’s sweetness mattered. -ria

On Their Love

He’d use both hands

Gently holding her face,

While kissing her softly

He melted in her embrace. 

It was not a goodbye 

Since they rarely ever parted

Either absent only briefly 

Since their love affair started. -ria

On What Remains 

Now the unbreakable bond 

Linking some destined hearts

Under the mound of things

That could tear all else apart.

Was still strong and holding

Together what it must

Connected to a future time 

While what remains adjusts. -ria

On Potential 

Under the weight of it

Braced in the middle 

To enhance the balance 

Without the trembling.

Always pushing upward

Into the unknown regions

Of our greatest potential 

That’ll be worth remembering. -ria

On Nothing To Hide

It was risky behavior 

But he didn’t really care

They had both been honest

Before she invited him there.

He was patient and protective

While she waited to decide

If he was actually so sincere 

That she’d have nothing to hide. -ria

On Just Recalling 

When the days are hot

And the nights are short

He thinks of her often. 

Not in an obsessive way

But just recalling yet again

The finer details of last time. 

She had been the very first 

And possibly a good reason 

For his renewed enthusiasm. -ria

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