Don Nguyen

If you sometime miss him,
Miss him so much;
Please find him in his poems for he is always there;
For outside of his poems,
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love dances with the beats of music
love flows like waterfall over, filled, souls
love immense, engulfs ocean
fills all cliffs of life
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Thought on You like the sweetness of most exotic fruit
As Love engraves in thoughts like the vibrant colors of Divine masterpiece;
Thought leads to life for a soul or emptiness to a brute.
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I will never leave you, my Love, for I love you
For you are my Master and I am your subject
You have inspired all my writes, both old and new
All I ever knew was to write about you and me
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My favorite poet
My favorite poet is not Claude Monet but Van Gogh;
Even though Monet is my second best, Van Gogh is at top because he had lived with intensity,
With all he had and all he didn’t have.
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At the foremost, God is Love
Without Love, there is no God
And I thank God for having my God as Love
There is no other god whom I long for except the God of Love, Who is Love
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You have called me thrice;
Yes, Lord, I thoroughly grasp what You have justly declared;
And now it is the time You veil Your holiness and divine justice;
The time for Your servant to offer love,
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When I recall the years past,
I remember we once tried to tell each other endless things
Lest our conversations ended.
When I recall the years past,
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I often recall the first days I arrived at our forum with enthusiasm of a little boy, who went to a 'toy store', the place full of intellectual giants and honorable poets.
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Please go on loving

Go on loving to the very edge
Why stop for less when love is what one needs?
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Temper worldly wind to steer the love boat with the sail of my bodily soul;
Temper arduous joy with the spirit of contemplative self control;
Temper flawed characters to influence souls with greater tenderness;
Temper spontaneous instincts often with well-disguised anguish,
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It was the night filled with the magic of tranquility, punctuated by the steeple of the village church;
All abodes have fallen asleep for there was only few flickering lamps lit like dimming stars;
Waving golden wheat fields now appeared as being painted deep dark blue.
Here and there are a few shrubs, mostly hedges around the houses of peasants can be distinguished
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I love you so much more that
This present love does not suffice
The very love in my heart.
I want to love you as much more that
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How can my love contain any deceit
When I only feel his in my heartbeats?
Why do I have to manipulate
When in trials my heart's inflamed
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