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Beauty Of The Beach
 
She got there early in
the day to pick out
her spot on the beach.
Breathtakingly beautiful
she was just sitting
there on a blanket on
top of the hot sand. Her
long, light brown, hair
slowly flows behind her
with every ocean breeze.
Her sparkling, hazel
eyes gaze towards the
ocean's horizon simply
watching the activities
that went on. He watched
her from afar. Nervous
about his approach to
this beauty on the beach.
As day started to go into
night, people were leaving.
The beauty stayed to
watch the sunset. He got
enough courage to walk
towards her with a red
rose delicately in his hand.
She heard him and looked
up at him and smiled
brightly. His nerves
calmed down as he
handed her the rose.
Nothing was said between
the two for a minute. She
motioned him to sit beside
her. He obeyed and watch
the sunset with the beauty
of the beach.
 
Patrick Jay Krawczynski
 
Copyright ©2003 Patrick Jay
Krawczynski

Blooming Rose
 
Hold her ever so delicately,
and yet strong enough to
make her feel secure and
safe in your arms. Tenderly
and so passionately kiss
her with all the love you
have given her. Touch her
within her heart for there is
no greater love then a
womans. Hold her heart
like a delicate rose freshly
cut. Touch her soul within
her for there is no greater
person you want to simply
be with. Accept her for
who she is unconditionally.
A rose is different then ever
other. Love it for what it is.
Touch her mind for there is
no greater angelic sound
that you hear. Listen with
your ears, but also with all
of your senses. Look,
smell, feel, taste, and listen
to the rose you have
delicately picked. She will
grow if you let her be who
she is. A remarkable
flower that blooms
everyday.
 
Patrick Jay Krawczynski
 
Copyright ©2002 Patrick Jay Krawczynski