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  A LITTLE RED NIGHTSHIRT You have a little red nightshirt that you wear most every night. It's pretty short, and it's awful cute, and it hovers at your mid thigh. You snuggle up really close to me, and gaze into my eyes. I see a perfect love; one that will never die. As I kiss your sweet, soft lips and hold you...oh so tight, I feel your heartbeat quiet as you drift off into the night We sleep right through the darkened night all cuddled up as one. As I awake in the morning light, I see you sleeping in the sun. You are a heaven-sent angel. You look so fine to me without that little red nightshirt that rested above your knees. Copyright © Mike Diaz, January 8, 2000 All Rights Reserved KJ5OP@aol.com WOULD YOU If I caress the strings of your heart, would you orchestrate beautiful music in part? Would you perform a symphony of love that would inspire the angels up above? Would you hold me close and tight all through the darkest, coldest night? Would your pounding heart increase its beat as I gently massage your sensuous feet? Would you look at me always bursting with love streaming forth as it radiates from above? Would you swim upstream beside me through life's vicious currents -- and not flee? Would you kiss and hug me throughout the night, and just boldly love me with all your sweet might? Would you always stand entrenched beside me, no matter what terrible troubles in life there may be? Would you forever remember that I am just a man, but I'll love you truly, Baby, in every way that I can? And...would you always please just realize you are the only love for these two eyes? Copyright © Mike Diaz, 1999 KJ5OP@aol.com All Rights Reserved TAKE MY HAND Take my hand, and I'll walk with you; guide you through; be with you; always be true. Take my hand, and I'll always care; always be there; be here or anywhere; never forswear. Take my hand, and I'll forever love you; always be true; never make you blue; cry if you do. Take my hand, and I'll hold you so tight; cuddle all night; kiss you so right; protect you with all of my might. Take my hand, and I'll be sure you're never scared; never make you despaired; not keep you ensnared; always be prepared... to just love you, Baby, with every sinew and fiber of my being. Copyright © Mike Diaz January, 2000 KJ5OP@aol.com All Rights Reserved A LOVE THAT BURNED AND DIED I had allowed myself to dream; dream that it could be true with you; permit myself to think that your love for me was true. I lived in that dream unawares, and danced like a puppet on a string. All I could ever hear was your sweet voice as it did sing. It sang a song of love as wondrous as a symphony performed by the angels up above just for you and me. As my heart wandered through the clouds, lost in total bliss; I never once did think our love would go amiss. Then on that fatal day when you said good-bye, I awakened from my dream to a love that burned and died. Copyright © Mike Diaz January, 2000 KJ5OP@aol.com All Rights Reserved YOU SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME You say that you love me, but Baby, it isn't so. You took your sweet love, and away you did go. True love weathers the heavy storms of life, and makes two lovers husband and wife. The two come together and function as one, and their sweet, sweet love can never be undone. Their love is as strong as a mighty oak tree, but Baby, you took your sweet love from me. I guess you do love me, but your love isn't strong. It's self-serving love, and Baby, that's so wrong not to love with a fire that burns madly in your heart, and produces a love that can never be apart. Copyright © Mike Diaz January, 2000 KJ5OP@aol.com All Rights Reserved NO STRINGS LEFT TO PLAY The grand orchestra is all silent now, and the old ballroom's floor is cold. Dust is settling on most spots, and soon will turn to mold. There is no more laughter now; eerie silence is the norm that reigns over this once gala place, where true love raged like a storm. There was much laughter and happiness then; musical voices harmonized in song singing of our love so true that would endure forever long. We would be the special ones and love to the end of time. We would never leave each other, and life would be so fine. But the ballroom of my heart is all dusty, moldy, and gray. The orchestra residing within it has no more strings to play. Copyright © Mike Diaz January, 2000 KJ5OP@aol.com All Rights Reserved THE FEATHER'S TOUCH Falling gracefully through an azure sky, floating softly on the wind-blown currents, having no sense of urgency or of time, weighted by no cares or predicaments. As if frozen in endless times gone by, continuously repeating its performance for new generations of seekers, who, as I, long for its remembrance. I watched hopefully as it appeared to direct itself towards me, guided by some mysterious force, with which I could not disagree. I offered it two outstretched hands, and it yielded itself shyly to me; landing so lightly and delicately with no thought of attempting to flee. As I observed its infinite beauty, my thoughts were also of you. As this feather was mysteriously sent to me, I believe you also were too. Copyright © Mike Diaz, January 14, 2000 All Rights Reserved KJ5OP@aol.com THE SACRED PLEDGE OF LOVE When a pledge of love is given, it becomes a bond...a sacred trust; not something to be broken, like the smashing of a cold, ceramic bust. The pledge binds the two together; two lovers merge as one; their hearts and souls united; never to be undone. 'What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.' These words are powerful indeed, but sometimes I have to wonder. Does the pledge of love mean anything to anyone today? Or is it freely given, and tomorrow taken away? Does anyone really care about the meaning of their words, as they pledge their love to one another, only to break that pledge undeterred? Copyright © Mike Diaz, January 14, 2000 All Rights Reserved KJ5OP@aol.com MY EMPTY CUP When I tenderly take you into my arms and cuddle you throughout the cold nite, will your body be eager and warm? Will you hug me with all of your might? Will you snuggle up to me really close with your little heart pounding so fast? Will you lay your beautiful head gently upon my furry chest? Do you think that you'll be afraid while I hold you tight and close? Or will you truly understand that I sincerely love you the most of any woman I have ever met throughout all of my lonely years? As I fruitlessly searched and wandered, I shed so many desperate tears Until finally, I realized no woman exists who wants more...than anything else to be loved, cuddled, and kissed. Then one glowing, sunny day after I'd long since given up, you waltzed princess-like into my life and filled my empty cup. Copyright © Mike Diaz, December 28, 1999 All Rights Reserved KJ5OP@aol.com OUR MOM There is a beautiful lady so great, so wonderful, and so sweet. She loves us with all of her might, nearly knocks us off of our feet. She has a smile that brightens the sky of an otherwise darkened, bleak world. Her voice is like sweet, soft music, a concert that forever unfurls. Her presence is like that of an angel dispatched from above by our God A beautiful, caring angel, who attracts wayward kids like a lightning rod All of us kids...we just love her, and need her serenity...her calm. That beautiful, precious angel, Of course...she is our Mom Dedicated to Mom, who has so much love in her heart that she is everyone's Mom, and is constantly taking in another wayward kid. We love you so! Copyright © Mike Diaz, January 10, 2000 All Rights Reserved KJ5OP@aol.com Copyrighted poetry may not be copied, reproduced or used in any way without the express written permission of the author. Thank you for visiting my website. Please visit often since new poetry such as those above, written by talented authors, is being added often - I bribe them. LOL Please vote for my pages by clicking on the little tab on the upper left hand side of any page of my site. I'd appreciate it if you'd sign my Guest Book so that I'll know you've been here. If you prefer, you may send me Email at KisSoSoft@aol.com with your comments, praise, suggestions or even constructive criticism. You may also write directly to any of the authors for whom an Email address has been provided. If you write poetry, have a friend who does or if you know a child who writes (there is a no rejection policy for children's poetry) please send it to me by Email and if I like it, I'll publish it on these pages. 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