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November 29 2006

Okay so I finally am able to post my poem that was chosen.

But first, I will let you read the story I was gonna go with before I decided to do a poem.

The Reject:

"I love you. Is that an okay start? Discovery. What a topic. Will you allow me to speak of the Discovery of my love for you-the discovery of what love is and how love feels?

To a child, love in omniscient. My cousin goes to school every day (he's in preschool, you know) and spreads love everywhere-to his little friends, to his teachers, and even to his enemies (at that age, enemies only last a second, of course. Children know nothing about grudges).

To a person experienced with age, love may not be as artless but is just as pure. As my grandmother observes her children, and her children's children, and even the next generation after that, adoration covers every wrinkle.

But to a person my age, love like a child's or a senior's hides from most. Yet somehow, I found what most miss. When we met, my life revolutionized. Morning dew settling on fresh grass can not compare to how subtlely your presence invaded my heart.

Not even Walt Whitman could explain how true affection feels.

When I think of you, something....happens. Suddenly, I desire to be a better person (although no one complains about my persona). Every stroke of my lead against paper produces a masterpiece.

Okay. So I didn't like that, or at least, I though I could do better. So I began this poem.

The Chosen:

From The Chords

As your fingers curve ever slightly over the strings,

My heart blooms to catch the nectar from your melody

I discover what love feels like all over again

And my affections emerge to spread their fresh wings.

Recollection of this adoration's beginning escapes my mind

One day I just knew it true

Caught in a butterfly net of no encampment, my soul lays bared for your contentment.

I would have it no other way.

Softer and lighter than the descent of morning dew