Jenny Santiago

It was the morning of the 27th of March 1985.
Me a 14 year old girl, with hopes, dreams feeling so alive.
The day was as any school day would be to me and you.
Home time quarter to two
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For now it feels like a time of yore,
When you touched my heart like none before
The sheer wonder made old become new,
Covering my heart with morning dew
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SEARCHING FOR MY STAR:

After years of darkness, there came light.
So far but yet so bright
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I lost my tender heart, on beautiful eyes that saw good in me.
On beautiful lips that spoke words of kindness setting me free
There is a vast distance apart.
Must I say this out loud, keep still oh tender heart.
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The first time I say your little face,
I understood the term morning grace.
You were encapsulated in my heart,
From that moment I never wanted to be apart.
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Come with me to my majestic place of glee,
My place that I call, the wonder of Three.
Where the air will flow through your mind and soul,
Where nature heals, making you whole.
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Deep within your mind is a chamber called the great escape,
Mine is filled with memories of the breathtaking Cape.
A beauty that plays within your heart,
Expressing this in words is a difficult story to start.
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Still your mind … Delight,
Contrasts and wonder.
Take your time, do not hurry -
Reflect and ponder.
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Happy 13th birthday my special one
My beautiful Connor, my beautiful son
Thanks be to God, you're growing so fast.
What's inside you, are things that will last.
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Life occasionally without emitting a single chime
Sends us people for a reason, a season, or a lifetime
They seem like they are a godsend, and that they are.
At the right moment, becoming your binary star.
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I had a bad dream,
Never to forget what I had seen.
Falling and falling from above,
With the deadly absence of love
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Unbeknown to me, destiny made plans on my behalf,
Sending a woman of true beauty onto my path
She touched my heart in a special and unique way
And since became a part of my every day
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A quarter of a century, the age of twenty five,
Sweet child of mine, here you have now arrived.
Unbelievable - how can this be?
How quickly time pass by, you would agree.
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Lacking nothing, complete of its kind
Pure, undiluted all of this combined.
Is this where the search for perfect would end?
Or maybe a little more time on this we have to spend.
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