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On the TV, my beautiful weather girl,
I see you in the morning like a dream;
Climatic changes, on your maps, unfurled;
And spread now before me - your beauty seems
Unfinished now - so has your lover returned?
Your secrets in the morning scarce revealed.
Now I see you hot, in your push-up bra;-
Though I can only love you from afar.


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Melissa at a party year eleven
White skin like milk - with just a few freckles
That night you were my little piece of heaven
Our passion burning bright with fiery sparkles.
Your silky hair was jet black like a raven -
As to me tonight your kingdom falls!
Melissa, sweet honey girl - attracting bees -
And that night we both did as we pleased.

Fumbling;- beginner's love, - both seventeen
Not much experience; - except the year
Before that, diff'rent girl (I was sixteen).
Expectations rise - though with a bit of fear -
Is this the real thing - or just a dream?
Emotions flood us - we hold each other near; -
Dear God in heaven - give me just a taste!
Sweet Melissa - I remember your embrace.

Young love that night had broken all its strictures
As hot feelings found full consummation.
(At least that's what they tell us in the pictures -
In practice a more messy situation).
To me my dear Melissa now surrenders -
And vice a versa - what infatuation!
As in an ecstasy our youthful passion
Found frisson and excitement in this fashion.

Big waves are building - but to break on the shore -
With both our hearts now sighing with devotion;
(I will use the sea now as a metaphor -
For what is first love but a raging ocean?)
Caught in a sweet embrace we still want more -
Remember your first time - a revelation!
Well that is what happened at this party -
Where Melissa vanquish'd her virginity.

I write this now - as looking back through time -
Now thirty years have gone - where did they go?
And this the start of love-life most sublime
Which started there in Bell those years ago.
My belle in Bell (I could not resist that line)
And woman since have been delight and woe -
If I told all now - then you would have an epic; -
So I better halt my discourse on this topic.


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We met in Newtown* 'twas a dinner party
At St Peters* I kissed you in a lane
My head was swimming and I felt swoon dizzy
Now both of us had made our feelings plain.
The fount of love had over flowed with plenty
And I could see that now you felt the same; -
From there was only one place then to head
That was quickly - to my room - and into bed.

Your hair fell down - in soft cascades all over
White shoulders - in lovely jet black rivulets
I felt a need - as a young man - to take cover
Amid those tresses - and longed just to forget
My childhood pain - taking you my lover
Your alabaster skin - there's no regret-
We found our selves lost in a private fancy
And for a time found sweet intimacy.

Now chasing this affection our young days
I was twenty two - you twenty seven
For three months every day sweet love we made
Something innocent there was - close to heaven -
If there were others - then they were betrayed
Whatever that we had now had to happen -
First now at my place - and then at yours -
Fantastic love was writing its own laws.

First at St Peters where we couldn't stop
What we had started there the night before
You stayed three days and I could no more hope
To stay what others may at first deplore
And after this it seems we must elope
Bound for your flat in Crows Nest* and some more; -
Becoming now our bower in the city
This love some never know - and mores the pity.

Your figure full - an hourglass perfect made
Your eyes as soft as mist with a moist dew
Reclining on your couch in dark brocade
That was when we found what lovers knew
In ages gone before us - now not delayed
Trust not known to many - perhaps a few
To tie a lover's knot and make real a fantasy-
Swimming in the ocean of our destiny.

Half Irish, half Maori, and all beautiful
That's when I loved your body and its curves -
Loves rich bounty now becoming plentiful
In floods of passion where we lost ourselves.
Sweet recollections still are bountiful -
As cradled within time your memory dwells -
Those feelings that encompassed sweet delight -
Where we lost ourselves to love most ev'ry night.


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In a strange and far off land
Two lovers met in a small world
He took her heart and she his hand
Somethings were meant to stay untold.

The secret of two lover's hearts
Intertwined in sacred bliss
Surpass in mind the deepest art
What words can't say are in a kiss.

So let us banish those sad feelings
And longing for that far off land
At least while we can hold each other
With vows that are not "traced in sand".


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It was two thousand and one - I had moved
House, and hoping for a brand new start.
It was my first night there - and so it proved
An omen there to win a lady's heart.
In the local pub, loneliness was soothed
With a cold beer and conversation's art;-
As it so happened, I soon found a table
To drink with strangers, and so begins this fable.

The first night in a different suburb and
So soon (it seemed) I'd found some company.
I was a stranger in a stranger land -
(The outer Western Suburbs of Sydney).
I write this introduction - you understand -
To set the scene for what comes next (you see).
At this table were a man and a lady -
He's an Irishman, and she a "Gypsy".

A "Gypsy of the heart" is more accurate
And the old Irishman soon wanted leave;
He had his sorrows to drown by drinking late
(And so he asked - and got - this said reprieve).
Therefore, it seemed, that I now had a date -
(Well fact is harder than fiction to believe).
A few more drinks - well that was requisite -
And what followed later was exquisite.

Her name was Lyn, and she was "rough as guts" *
Though strangely elegant (about forty-nine)
To my thirty-three - and was I nuts
To entertain encounters of this kind?
Well I'm not mad, but maybe "nucking futs" **
(And my first night here promised to be fine).
On her arms were faded old tattoos -
Well, I was young, and how could I refuse?

It seemed the feeling (mutual) now came,
And standing out now on the quiet street
I saw her dress (well-tailored) to her frame
And suddenly was overcome with heat.
Well I could see that she now felt the same
I suggested that we both should now retreat
To my house (which was in a row of shanties) -
All I wanted, then, was to rip off her panties.

Which happened soon - I had a makeshift bed-
It was only just a mattress on the floor
With boxes full of clutter by our heads
(Put there earlier the day before).
Well, naturally enough our clothes we shed,
She reclining on her back lets me explore
Her intimacy and nub of womanhood -
Will I go on further? - well yes I should.

She had a lovely body - a size ten -
Though I'm not all that particular at times -
I don't discriminate now - nor did then -
(Most women are beautiful and sublime).
And so we were in bed, and that was when
I thought I was the luckiest man alive.
The more I loved her the more we were wanton
And that night I felt richer than a sultan.

Two more nights there were, and it was bliss;-
Our naked bodies creamy in the moonlight.
And giddy's how I felt when we did kiss;-
Her long blonde hair and face - a lovely sight.
Of course, it is the times like this I miss -
(These memories of sensual delight).
The best I can do is write this tribute:
The "kindness of strangers" - there's no substitute.



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The depth of her emotions - like a sea; -
Are something that few men can understand;-
Like Einstein with his relativity;
Where in this world we're but a grain of sand;-
Sometimes a spark in lady's eye I see;
(Then I feel humble, for I am just a man);-
The female, and the sacred, and the goddess;-
Where compassion soaks like tears down a dress.

It's women who gave birth to all our life;-
The reflection of her soul is in her eyes;
A gentle spirit in this world of strife;-
She rocks her baby softly lullabies;
And then maybe, she'll make a goodly wife;-
She wants understanding, when those tears she cries;
You must love her most - even when shes old;-
That's her comfort in a world so cold.

I say to all the ladies: we are but men;-
We have our weakness and our imperfections;
Forgive us when we stray, (just now and then);-
To seek solace in another girl's affections;
I'll try to be a better man - and when;-
I find love - it will be my resurrection.;
I'm not saying that, in beauty, you are blameless;-
Though with your gentle hearts, you do ashame us.




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A woman's beauty may well surpass her soul -
A woman's beauty won't be revealed to all.
A woman's beauty - for the man who sees it not; -
That man will never see - that's his sad lot.

A woman's beauty - only seen in glimpses-
When two stranger's eyes meet - perhaps on a train;
And as we go to work in the rush hour, -
A quick glance may hold all of her power.

A woman's heart is soft - with a finesse -
The fair sex - and I'll call it a grace; -
Yet her love will go out like a light -
For the man who doesn't treat her right.


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Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years,
I’ll be sitting again all aflutter beside you in one hundred years,
I’ll be kissing your hand, wrapped in passion, in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We'll be sitting again in the garden in one hundred years,
We will quarrel again, you will go to your home in one hundred years,
Moon will be lighting my way to your house in one hundred years,
When you, oh my baby, will open me door in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We’ll be probably one hundred thirty in one hundred years,
We’ll be probably missing our thirty in one hundred years,
We, old-timers, will still sit together in one hundred years,
When we’re so close to the Heavens in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years.
And in snow-covered garden we, old-timers, may still sit together in one hundred years,
But all this in one hundred years, one hundred years.

Look above – see how beautiful is the starfall,
Look above – see how beautiful is this white moon,
See how beautiful are these white clouds,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop frownin',
Wish that all the stars and moon, and night were yours.
Oh, how beautiful are these white clouds,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop frownin',
Wish that all the stars and moon, and night were yours.

Look above – see how beautiful is this rainbow,
Look above – see how nice this rose color becomes it,
See how beautiful, rays are so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop scowlin',
Wish that all the colors of rainbow were yours.
Oh, how beautiful, rays are so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop scowlin',
Wish that all the colors of rainbow were yours.

Look above – see how beautiful is this love,
Oh how beautiful that this love needs to be cherished,
Just to think of it is so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder and promise give,
That you’ll love me forever in this life, my baby.
Oh, to think of it is so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder and promise give,
That you’ll love me forever in this life, my baby.

Look above – see how beautiful is the starfall!

Don’t cry,
There’s still another one last night that’s left to us,
I’ve got that one last time to whisper “you are mine,”
And only one last time these eyes,
Your eyes will look into my eyes and then a tear
Will fall by chance down on my hand,
Next day I’m left, I’m left alone without you,
But you don’t cry.

Don’t cry,
It looks like fate decreed against, it was bad luck,
We weren’t meant together, where on earth was I?
It took us such long time to meet, but, see, just now
I know I’m yours, and only cry, a cry of heart
I’ll check tomorrow, as for now
You stay with me for one last time,
For one last time.

You see,
Now I’m unable not to think, to dream of you,
Don’t know, no way to tell just how on earth I could
Allow you take away my love at time when I
Set eyes on you and then and there I whispered “yes,”
But let me say, please get me right,
Cause you know well how much I love,
How much I love.

Just know,
I’ll find you anyplace wherever you may go,
For you I’ll cover all the pages with my verse,
And should we meet in any place among the crowd,
You shall not turn away from me, pull off my road,
I’ll steal you, snatch away from all,
And you’ll be mine, forever mine,
Forever mine.