“Rosamond”
Rosamond California just a pencil sketch on a map
Eyes linger on desert birds made of water and sand
With hands laughing and hearts painting their plans
Open truck door-open mind-open hand kiss so refine
As he aligns and defines her waiting soft white hand
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She slides across fresh linen thanking him for that
The Mexican tips his best Sunday hat
As she reacts letting her sky kisses fly
It’s not the physical courtesy’s that beautifies
It’s the character contained in each of their eyes
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From desert water and sand God builds a woman and a man
Smiles pile onto her face color blind eyes willingly surmise
The love she’ll surprises him with will change everything
The candlelight kiss is just a flickering lick of a wick
That cannot be tamed in this hot American Mexican flame
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Sirens blare as others glare into a new bilingual art
Emotions dare to dance like Fred Astaire
For this waltz found in their heart
Love is rare when it cares
Enough to never compare two separate parts
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Rosamond California, Agriculture and chances
Mexican and American mix fairy tale romances
Trust is that bridge built across water to sand
Love is the mortar between woman and man
Acceptance the truth to help others understand
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Love lives without these borders beliefs or races
We’ve as many differences as chances we’ve wasted
Eventually the world must succumb to its senses
And realize were all trapped in love gentle graces
Nothing is as illegal as repossessing human essence
