True, my mother's parents and her brother David chose this day to get married on. Of course, Popo and Aunt Glenda have passed away, leaving Momo and Uncle David widowed, so not exactly happy. But I find a blessing in having been a part of their lives, and I rejoice that they are with the Lord. Popo and Aunt Glenda, pray for me.
However, since the rest of America is love struck, I'm trying not to be too much of a downer. I'm wearing pink and red!!! And in honor of the day, here's a little original verse. Someday I'll know the answer . . .
Can I be the magic in your soul,The ending seems awkward. I'll work on that.
The sparkle in your eyes?
Can I be the flame that drives your heart,
The sonnet in your sighs?
Can I be your music for a while
Beguiling all your cares?
Can I be your muse, the inspiration
That whispers in your ear?
Can I be the touch of poetry
That moves your life?
Can I be this to you, can you to me?
I'd like to try.
Well, I'm off. I fortunately have the evening completely free to do citation checking for a chapter in a book one of my profs is writing. Wish me luck! I'll be in the acknowledgements!
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Can I be the magic in your soul,
The sparkle in your eyes?
Can I be the flame that fires your heart,
The sonnet in your sighs?
Can I be your music for a while
Beguiling all your cares?
Can I be your muse, the inspiration
That whispers in your ear?
Can I be the touch of poetry
That moves your life?
Can I be this to you, can you to me?
I'd like to try.
I don't think flames drive anything, really, so I've gone with "the flame that fires" in line three. It's kind of weird, by my mental image is both of a sort of spontaneous leaping of emotion and a sort of strengthening, solidifying, whole-making process, like when you fire pottery. But is it too weird or is it a truism to say a flame fires something?
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