John A. Hancock

I left a candle in the window
A shinning light for you to see
When the veil of sadness around the has lift'd
In the hope it will guide you back to me
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The river sweetly sang to me
An enchanting song I long'd to hear
Urging the sleeping forest to awaken
Calling forth all the wild flowers to appear
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Here we are again
Both of us wondering
What to do what to say
A paradox romance
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I can't stop thinking of you
No matter how hard I try
For thou hast enkindled in me
A firery passion deep inside
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I ponder the day I confront'd light
When from the dark seclusion in which I lay
Twas pull'd forth from nature's cradle of creation
To breathe the very air of rejection that fateful day
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Held aloft by the angry winter winds
A single speck of white it falls
Gently doth it ride the rising currents
To no particular place at all
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I heard not the sound of your voice
That sweet song I long to hear
Of that melody which be'stills my heart
Not a single note do I hear
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I am not afraid to say
That I love a summer's rain
To listen to the pitter-patter of rain drops
Splash lightly upon the window panes
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Like a flower blooms in spring
Bursting forth into life
Did she before my eyes appear
An o'er flourishing delight
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Of poverty's bane a timid boy reaped
The poetic Clare knew only grief
Illness condemning a family to parish relief
Potatos and gruel kind charity's meat
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Death becomes beauty when autumn
Kisses the forest trees
Creating a sea of brilliant colours
As far as the eye can see
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Again my lips they hath betray'd
My heart that lies within
Spoke I too soon at hope's behest
Once more the fool I've been
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Let bloom your fragrant garden
Velvet petals unfurling rose buds to explore
All my senses o'er whelm'd by scent'd treasure
As I knock with a sweet kiss upon thy silky door
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Gently, gently shall I kiss thy lips
For thou hast a taste I can't resist
Sweet like honey and red like wine
Tis that budding rose passion doth define
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Of visions glean'd o'er years gone by
Behind twitching lashes closed in sleep
Lie shadows of an ill used life
In abundent dreams of grief
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Of Love's immortal song it sings
When two hearts beat as one
An o'er flourish'd melody
Hope and dreams for decades sung
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My love for thee springs eternal, thy beauty
Be as the flowers that bloom brightly upon a summers day
For thou art lovely as a meadow's breeze my love
Soft and delicate as the gentle rains in May
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Thou art like a pretty flower amongst the weeds
A rare orchid to adore
One sight of thee be'stills my heart
Truly a poet's essense of amour
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Her eyes were dark jet black like coal
Fill'd with passion and desire
Like glowing embers they slowly burn'd
Helplessly I was drawn to their mystic fire
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Nights seem endless whilst winter reigns
How such a dreary season can carry on
Making droll dawn's rising sun
When nary a bird the morning greets in song
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