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A Prisoner's Sanity
In every prisoner's thoughts, there's
a book of his sanity entitled She!
To some, he becomes his she but to me
She is the soul of my sanity
Yes, the dust of my dawn, from the moment
our eyes meet, a true love was born
She is my purpose, she is my reason,
she is my sunny days no matter the season
From the time I open my eyes to welcome
yet another day, my thoughts of her are
already on their way
She gives me something to hold onto
I can hear her voice and it calms my thoughts
and quiets my mind
Surely this she is one of a kind
She is my prayers in the thick of the night
Those hands that wipe away the tears
that tend to cloud my sight
She is my courage even when things
for her might not be going just right
My will to live, my strength to fight,
She is my soulmate, my best friend, my love
She is my wife
Though the outside world understands not a prisoner's passionate stage, for its kept in a book that exists without a page...
T.O.L.S.
11-11
O.J.MS.
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Without a handbook
He learns to love while in prison, like understanding how a butterfly flies, wafting freely about the breeze, careful not to get tangled in the trees.
With open arms, he learns to accept love, to experience love, a platonic love, and he learns how not to cling to love, for it's then and only then does love hurts.
And learns without a handbook.
T.O.L.S.
2011
O.J.MS.
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I love you and miss U deeply..
Your Wifey,
Regell