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A Heart A heart. A heart can be red,  be black,  be gray, be blue; heart of my heart You can bend it,  break it,  cut it,  empty it; a heart. You can hurt it,  melt it,  mend it,  touch it, fill it; a heart. You can share it,  sin against it, raise it,  lift it,  hold it;  a heart. A heart can sing,  can dance,  can love,  can sing; a heart. A heart can soar,  can fly,  can float, can feel; a heart. A heart can beat,  can pulse,  can surge,  can explode; a heart. A heart can hope, can care,  can smile, can laugh;  a heart. A heart  can cry,  can shrink, can lament, can worry, a heart. A heart can be strong,  can be weak,  can be weary,  can be foolish; a heart. A heart can be deceitful,  can be alone,...

For you For you, my heart sputters,  churns and  burns, my heart waits,  yearns and  turns. For you, my heart's  on fire,  sparks and  flames, my heart  sizzles, scorches and sears. For you, my heart  bleeds,  boils and  beats, my heart  pulses, loves and longs. For you my heart  feels, flutters and  floats, my heart soars and smiles. For you, my heart  aches, shakes and stirs, my heart, rumbles and tumbles. For you,  my heart is bared, cares and shares, my heart lives and gives. For you. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By Julia Warshal via Flickr Creative Commons

she sailed through her dreams she sailed through her dreams as if life was what she lived during beatific sleep she dreamed her life was full of sunshine and fields of flowing, glowing beauty she sailed through her dreams the days were long and filled with smiles and songs of joyful, dervish dancing she sailed through her dreams the nights were filled with shining moonlight and sparkling, spinning stars she sailed through her dreams the paths she walked were filled with friends and peaceful, pensive pleasures she sailed through her dreams the ways she followed were filled with love and romantic, impassioned kisses she sailed through her dreams the plans she made were filled with hope and a grateful, thankful future she sailed through her dreams as if life was what she lived during beatific sleep she lived her life as if her dreams were real © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Albert Ritzber...

Point State Park, Pittsburgh, PA Autumn demands Summer's heat  turns to  Autumn's chill. Summer's fun  turns to  Autumn's thrill. Autumn's  color panoply  on every hill. Autumn demands  hue changes. Summer's colors, Autumn rearranges. Green to yellow,  orange,  gold or red, Rainbow's colors  deftly spread. Autumn's breeze  chills the Night. Summer's warmth's  taken flight. Swirling leaves,  twirling,  fall. Brown,  then gather,  then,  a stormy squall. Autumn demands. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image :  "Point State Park in Fall" by John ~ Creative Commons via Wikimedia Commons

glass and bars i watched my daddy through prison glass he always looked the same except when his beard turned gray and when he lost his eye we never talked about it he wrote me letters all the time i have them in a box i don't read them much anymore be a good girl now he'd say it every time i always said i would the letters stopped one day and we got a call daddy suffered a fall a good girl is what i am i finished college too but he never knew how good he changed that day when he left this world no one knows how he fell i watch the daddies everyday through prison bars i remind them of the little ones daddies stay away from glass and bars that keep you from the little ones not all wind up good girls and boys © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  Martin Fisch via Flickr Creative Commons

Love Fantastical She said I made her laugh,  at times she got so hysterical. I loved to hear her laugh,  at times the sound was so lyrical. She always asked me why,  at times she was so quizzical. I loved to make her think, at times she was so metaphysical. She said we were meant to be,  at times it was so mystical I loved to spend my time with her,  at times she was so divinical. She stroked my red-flecked beard, at times it was so rhythmical. I loved to hold her close,  at times we got so physical. She said my humor stung sometimes,  at times I was so satirical. I loved to make up with her, at times we got so spherical. She said I made her feel special, at times she was so angelical. I loved many things about her,  at times they were so numerical © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted from:  qthomasbower via Flickr Creative Commons