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Your life is a photo album
filled with camera hungry smiles,
a pile of disheveled costumes
lying in a heap on your bedroom floor,
a burst of sunlight
on an otherwise cloudy day.



The night you entered my darkened room,
encircled in Love, I knew you had found
your one true Friend. Later you wandered;
but the curiosity that broke my bank
could not break that bond--
only the seeds of discontent
tossed in the whirlwind,
the scent of poppies dancing,
and the promise of Oz
couched in an emerald glow.

Now, as shadows fall across my bed
I reflect on other seeds.
Years have dimmed
the passion of that night;
but the love that formed you
has enlarged and deepened with time.
Two makes three and the circle expands.