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A Day to Cherish What You Mean to Me by Kit Young (age 41; Midvale, Utah; received 2/14/00)
Valentine by Robin Alexandra Young (age 34; Los Angeles, California; received 3/23/00)
To: A Friend by Timothy Yeatts (received 7/26/00)
Mens Sana by Chase Yarbrough (age 17; received 4/25/2002)

A Day to Cherish What You Mean to Me

That happy day of love is here once more

When without but an ill-noticed labor

I'll show the path to my heart through its door

And ask but that you still show me favor

Years that have passed are scarce and yet fleeting

Our love is sure and I must see that you know

The joy I have found in the time since our meeting

And of the pleasure that tears at me so

I strive to be worthy of your strength now

It's right I take stock of all that I learn

In the future I won't need to ask how

My love for you will always seem to burn

And the children want us to tell them of

The simple continuity of love

Valentine

A year of love, made oft though yet unspent,

of warm and fervent kisses ever sweet,

long days and nights to passions pleasures lent

where joy and laughter most intensely meet.

To thee I am abandoned, and in kind

my heart and hand Ill ever freely give,

entrusting thy fidelity to find

in me the love required for thee to live.

In hundreds now are numbered all the nights

when two sincere "I love you's" were avowed.

I cherish all awaited new delights

and promises made silent or aloud.

To be more near to thee is my desire,

For of thy love I cannot ever tire.

To: A Friend

Much like the season when the sky is gray

When bleak winds chill the soul and shake the mind

The winter's harshness my heart feels today

For like the winter's wind the world's unkind

All the people smile and bid "good morn"

But be not fooled by every honest face

Behind their laughing smile is loathing scorn

Deserving curse, desiring Heaven's grace

Then in these times, these moments of despair

When living life does not seem worth the pain

There comes a pleasant breath of pleasing air

The sun's sweet warmth dispels my mind's cold rain

For bitter thoughts come quickly to an end

When e'er I think of you my cherished friend

Mens Sana

'Tis raining as I, wretched, leave home mad,
Into the subway train, sad, dragging filth.
The train, and home, debark I for Riyadh.
My spattered mind, unkempt, at last is tilth.
Elves, dryads, centaurs, pixies, ogres, gnomes,
I meet, befriend, seize, tempt, lure and seduce.
Have friends and lovers I, stirred mind ease combs.
Tranquility sought, reached; something obtuse?
Warped, wicked wizards with ease I subdue.
Me, Cincinnatus, thrice did they beseech.
A crown, a sapphire diadem of blue.
I, Julius the Caesar, did not reach.
Awoke I, chained, on optic white, white bed;
The doctors, they say, "keep dreams in your head."

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