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11 poems

2 essays

Heyday in the House

There can be some advantage of having a heyday in the house;
even if he does eat considerably more than a mouse.

He's not great looking, and has no money, it's conceded as true;
and when it comes to faults, he might have more than a few.

Only you may know in time if he gives a gift priceless and rare ;
of true friendship, treating you respectfully , proper , and fair.

To nurture your beauty within so that you shine your own light;
for no other reason than to behold your radiance delight.

To be straight with you in words and actions so that you he never deceives;
his own self respect being the only expected reward he receives.

Yes, it's true that you can expect the above even if he's not around;
but a heyday in the house has other hidden gifts, just waiting to be found..

You wouldn't ever have to search for them if the feelings in your heart;
were glad that you chose.a heyday in the house adventure to start.

It's not being asserted a heyday in the house is guaranteed bliss;
for there cannot be adventure without risks of things amiss.

No one knows what journeys our new friendship will take;
though i feel certain and confident it will never be taken as fake.

Nor can we ever make promises as to how long it might last;
as all things must one day become a thing of the past.

Maybe some day you'll see a heyday in the house as proper to the heart;
or maybe you'll side with the distance which now keeps us apart.

You may at some point want a heyday in the house to see every day;
or maybe you wont even miss me as you slowly drift away.

Perhaps someday your heart will beat for thoughts of another;
while your feelings of me are no more than those of a brother.

Though I may profess little stirrings within that tug me for few;
I may not know that you will ever get them too.

All I really know as we say goodnight on chat and wish each other well There's a heyday in your house, you just can't tell.

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