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    What I need to live has been given to me by the earth.
    Why I need to live has been given to me by you.








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    Bed Of Roses
    by Ian Sawicki

    { Whispered breeze falls so quietly
    upon soft bed of roses sweet,
    perfumed scent locks hearts.
    She lies there, her eyes closed
    in waiting for delicate surprise,
    breasts gently rising,
    falling with her breath, released
    into the summer days murmurings,
    the world is silent fury as I smile,
    collect thoughts and speak -
    the words roll off tongue like melting ice-cube. }

    Whispers: (I love you.)
    My life before has ended,
    I am born again right here, now.
    Do not open your eyes my sweet desire,
    let my words roam you, touch secret places.
    For you, I would throw life to the devil
    and waste away pure time,
    just for a glimpse of that smile
    waiting in the crystals-jade.
    I would live here in bliss now - die tomorrow.

    [ Please dont stop, my love,
    as I lie here, eyes closed,
    heart racing in fathomless time,
    tears dance beneath my lids,
    your words excite me, no Excite
    is too feeble a word to use
    for my senses reel with passions bright.
    I could lie here still forever
    and wander the lines you breathe for me,
    take me away, to that dream
    you have brought into my life. ]

    I would throw myself at your delicious feet
    and bear my soul, cry love, alive!
    Sexually (sigh) attractive wonder
    that you are, my love, nothing
    could hold back this leaping flame
    that is for you alone.
    Time will blush at the things I will show you.
    The moon will weep for her sister sun -
    die in Heaven for us, this true love we share.

    [ My God in Heaven, I thank you for this,
    this man of wonder who sings his soul here.
    Let this time forever be remembered
    in the pages history folds throughout
    my sweet fired eternity. I have lived,
    nothing can change that now, beautifully, I live!
    (Sighs) fold me into these roses beneath,
    my rivers run for you, always true for you. ]

    My heart, open your eyes, look upon me,
    see this truth I hold for your touch so soft.
    There will be only you in the spaces wandered,
    death, it could not remove me from this love, I swear it!
    Come to me please and open me as I open your treasures.
    Let the gods of old watch these scenes
    as we fall into the wild veins of lovemaking.
    Come to me, give all that I ask of you,
    take all that I give of myself so true.

    Roses dance, the day laughs loud at pleasured sights,
    hearts skip beats and gasp in gentle wisps.
    Time sneaks away, it leaves lovers alone,
    subtle breath smiles, wanders into dreams. }


    Happy Birthday Lynn















    "She who wants a rose must respect the thorn."















    I sit and watch the waves
    As they race up towards the shore.
    The're like riders on white horses,
    rising from the Oceans floor.

    They chase across the water,
    rise and fall through roaring tide.
    Strong, majestic, and yet playful
    Over breakers do they ride.

    There I sit, safe sound,
    watching from my chair...
    As the surging surf expands,
    It leaves the coastline very bare.

    If all of nature hold such fascination,
    I'd pass this lifetime in observation.








When you come to the edge of all the light you have,

and you must take a step into the darkness of the unknown,

believe that one of two things will happen to you--

either there will be something solid for you to stand on

or you will be taught how to fly.

-Patrick Overton





A garden makes all our senses swim with pleasure.