Saint Valentine's Day is coming...the day for lovers

I'd like to post some of my love poems, if you don't mind? They've never been published, yet it seems now is the time for you to see them, feel them, and know a bit more about me?

06.OCTOBER

It may snow today.
I'd love to walk in it
With you
If we wouldn't get too wet
Or chilled.
Did you ever eat snow as it falls:
Just tilt your head back
Catch fluffs on your tongue?
And sometimes a snowyday rainbow
Color/ices the sky
Rain into snow
Gray into white.

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CHORUS

As the clouds
Are we changed
Floating and soaring
Heinous pain conquered.
Only through Death
Did we again become
Alive.
We are:
Well
Whole
Free
To live within the Light.
Forever.

--The Collective Voices of the Victims of AIDS

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A SONG

Come.
Dance with me
She pleaded 'neath the fullness of the Moon
He'll shine for us brightly
All night long.

Come.
Hear with me
She begged
All the mystical chimins of music
As He smiles.

If only you listen,
His song is there.

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FOR SIGGY

In sad confusion
Your eyes
Revealed.
Behind lavender lenses
Those hide-and-seek feelings flash.
So close our bodies
Yet
You were light-years away
When I became a shoulder/friend
Talking of cats
And softball
And bands.

Your solemnness is
Broken by desperate quiet screams
And nervous staccato laughs.

Thoughts of gaiety!
Paris!
Escape!

As boats lazily rocked
Port to starboard
On the water.

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LOVE ONCE

Love has a habit of taking its toll
What I feel in my soul
I need to control
Keep the soup in the bowl
Love's got that habit of taking its toll.

I know I'm not supposed to care
Just a plain old everyday affair
The thoughts we bare
The times I stare
I know, just not supposed to care.

Feelings have a sneaky way of creeping in
Making sweet, sweet songs of the noisy din
My heart's not tin
I just can't win
Feelings have a sneaky way of creeping
Softly in.

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