Victoria Horn Poems

She tries to keep his attention
By doing what she knows best
Resting by his side
Listening to the heart beat in his chest
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Tired eyes keep on searching
For the newborn cure
Never knowing what's truly wrong
Can't ever be too sure
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This old shirt of mine
Is plain as a wall
Wasn't signed by a celebrity
Wasn't a half price design at the mall
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Your pulse is the rhythm
Your breath the beat
My prince charming
Finally swept me off my feet
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Pacing
All the clues I keep retracing
Against time I am racing
Pacing
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Fresh pressed dirt on the diamond
Cleats leaving their mark
Looking through the opponents crowd
Everyone takes their position
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Fought for his country
Wore proud on his heart
He and his wife
Were never apart
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The scent of your shirt
Still lingers
Through my fingers
Your combat boots
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