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MUCH ADO
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 MUCH ADO (A Candy Heart Poem) By: Noah Eaton 2/15/03  So this is how it feels When daffodils become pied and daisies already peer Fancy is bred deep where your heart spins like a sailors wheel Upon these yellow sands December never felt so clear Full many a magical evenings we are destined to seek Your eyes are nothing like the sun, more lustrous than stained glass That time of year seems to be coming back it seems Where I fell in love with you all over again, at last...  So cover my graved thoughts with chenille Sweet robin, your ode is all I aspire I could die for you, then I could reincarnate and impel Be your shield-bearer, acquire the rank of esquire Much ado about nothing, but everything you are to me In the marriage of true minds, our hearts also find a way So mistress, lay back and breathe easily As I compare you to a morning in May...  "You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20 |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Wow, Noah -- much ado, indeed! luv ya, jo |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Noahm this is so pretty. I love your romantic poems.  Hugs  Ethel |
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Youngatheart Member
since 2003-12-30
Posts 333 |
Noah....I always get so excited when I see another poem posted by you and you never disappoint me. This is so lovely. BRAVO!! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
another pretty piece |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Yes Noah, this poem, like all of your great creations, has much ado with the caring and compassionate person, you truly are... You are a true wonder my friend...  |
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Death Member
since 2001-05-26
Posts 112Twilight |
Much Ado about evrything that makes us Human Beings and not merely biological machines. The art was interwoven to a very fine effect. My compliments, it has been a long time since I have read your, or anyone's here, or most any internet site. Nice to know you still write with delicate power. Thinking all the way back to Papa's Poetry Circle, I do think you were there. Or perhaps my mind is advertising its wayward tendencies in its recent rearrangement. Anyway, Well done, sayeth the Captain "Sooner or later, Death makes a believer out of just about everyone." |
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