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Conly (Come What May)



Conly, here is a spur-of-the moment and fun poem for you. Thanks for bringing your distinct array of joy my way. I love you. :-)

Oh how I have missed thee
With you I can see
all the glee life can be
There was a reason you were sent to me

In New York you dwell
And I have something to tell
At times that city can be hell
This I know, but you are SWELL...

A woman with colours swirling and showing
the creations of you, smiling and growing
So proud of you am I for knowing
that you are unlimited, with you, all is glowing...

Let that voice, that smile, that poet, that woman and child play
Let the others see a sun, a flower that brings light to day
You are missed, but my ENFP lily you shall stay
A little sis, a partner, a friend, come what may

My Conly, I miss and love thee
Of this I must tell
You are always growing
Come what may...

Love to a lady that makes me smile, that helps me create, that understands how to "play" and that growing up does not mean growing in, growing old, but growing better,

Dustin

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Conly said…
what a lovely thing thing twin souls can be--like two ripples intersecting in an endless pool of possibility and understanding.

love and thank you.
October 5, 2009 at 10:58 AM
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