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=A short love poem=

I'm not sure


What caused me
To slowly fall
For you

Was it your eyes,


Brass section bright?
Or was it your smile,
like warm sunlight?

Was it your laugh,


a folk song tune?
Or was it your face,
like silver moons?

Maybe it was all these things,


Sweet notes on their own/Choice pigments alone,
But
A true symphony/A divine masterwork
In their combination
Beauty overflows!

My love, if you will let me call you so,


Joy shall fill me, till the sun goes cold

=Dear Ahma= (Note: ahma = paternal grandmother in chinese)

Dear Ahma,

Forgive me.

I was blind.
I was deaf.

To your love,
your kindness,
your bright soul.

All I saw,
All I heard,

Was your form,


Old, dying,
Half-frozen,
Now lost to

Time.

I wish to
turn back time.

To go back,
to when you
were alive.

To know you.
Mother of
my father.
Provider.
Friend.

Sincerely,
with regret,
and distress,

Your Grandson

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