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(for the beautiful Mrs. Moskowitz)
Published on November 1, 2005 By Buddah Moskowitz In Poetry
Finally
he is the happiest
man he knows

his beloved came to him
and took him in
and let him stand
and be adored and
all he could do
was let her love
and attention wash over
him
in tidal waves of
sweetness and warmth

She did not bring him
happiness
but she did bring him love and
he never wanted for happiness
again

and he wasn’t Mr. Right
but he was a good
and her love made him
Mr. Right

and he tried to do
the same for her

the best that we can ever be
cannot be reached for
or even glimpsed in solitude

He stood tall upon her faith
and he was able to reach
up to the person
-the almost divine person-
that he wanted to be
and then he lifted her up
and she was able to reach her destiny

and they were only there
because they had each other

it would have been
impossible
without each other

and they lived above the
others

and they had very few neighbors
but they didn’t care

they hardly noticed the loss
looking into each others’ eyes
they had all they wanted

and they were happy.

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