Andy Procter Poems

Salem, the home of all good people like a god in heaven.
People with good faith in Jesus and were proud of their leaven.
It was a bright and sunny day with a beautiful blue sky.
Abigail and her friends were caught dancing in the forest, trying to overfly.
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I still remember that day when I first met her.
She was little and had a gorgeous face which I used to stare.
Day by day, I started to fall in love with her.
I was glad for every moment and felt like a free bird.
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I love your name, the way it starts so perfectly with B,
I love how your heartbeat finds its rhythm next to me,
I love the way your eyes still wink so playfully at me,
I love your thought that I'm the door and you alone the key.
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I am an angel, born to live within this beautiful light,
I am a little prince, a face that sparkles softly in sight,
I am ambitious, carrying dreams that burn strong and bright,
I am a true lover, giving my whole soul without fight.
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Why can't I stop these tears that fall endlessly from me?
Why can't I make my soul speak truth instead of lies in me?
Why can't I stop forgetting the one held so deep in me?
Why can't I slow this fragile life that's far too brief for me?
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