The gorgeous nymph is gone,
She has left our simple island
Where we played in the sun
And drank sweet wine.
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I find myself praying to Jesus
When once again
I’m lost in an unsympathetic city
Feeling lovelorn and alone
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Roses will rain
When I meet the train
Of eternal existence.
Jesus will find me
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I know of a beautiful, dark-haired girl.
I have never touched her hand,
But I have swooned at the thought.
We haven’t walked the lonely autumn streets
...
I’ve written many poems
Following the variously scattered and tattered
Paths of my life and thoughts.
...
Walk straight into the blissful arms
Of a new day,
Create an invigorating mindset
And devote your dreams
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I don’t know how to walk
From the rusty streets of Detroit
To the sunlight of San Diego
But I appreciate every intelligent lady
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I’ve been ensnared by love for you,
Your sleeplessness, your moodiness,
Your poetry of a hundred broken hearts,
Your youthfulness worshipping music
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She was a young sweet kid
Wearing a black choker
On her scrawny teenage neck
Living in a fatherless home
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Beaujolais in paper cups
Beside an alley dumpster
Beneath a praying streetlight—
Holding hands in a grimy city,
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