Mary Champion Poems

Babe, I know the things that you have been,
I can guess the bad times that you've seen,
but I know it's hard to be alone
and you've been dragged through Hell to get back home.
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The first time we met it was in a dream.
You were my hero, my chivalrous knight.
Close by your side, all my terror took flight.
Burned in my mem'ry I still hold that scene
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The Holy Spirit - thus they defined you-
in the mysterious incantations
that were all devoid of explanations.
As I passed from childhood and my doubts grew,
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Now time passes by with blood on its hands,
Foreshadowing death with each broken spell.
The shifting grains of its treacherous sands
cut short the stories our souls try to tell-
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Roaring, raging, rattling windows,
timbers shudder as the wind blows.
Howling like a wounded demon,
whipping waves into a passion,
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1.
The least lovable
is the one who most needs us
to offer him love
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I met her when she was too young
but still she stole my heart.
Fell for the woman she'd become
then we were torn apart.
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Cold!
Ice and icebergs,
ice sheets, ice floes.
Frosty mornings,
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St Valentine, your hit man, Cupid,
called and shot me with his arrow,
fired it through my common sense
and now I'm mad with love, demented.
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Through a life time we build our empire.
All the memories
all the knowledge
all the Wisdom we have gained.
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