Maybe...

Maybe you'll never live to read my thoughts,
Maybe you'll never live to see my dreams,
Maybe you'll never know about the thorns,
a yellow rose carries in between.Maybe.....
I'll never live to be your daisy,or your pure white little dove,
Maybe all the maybes never get to know there was a time,
we were so very happy,so very much in love,
but maybe ,in the inner of the inside of my heart,
I know one day ,our souls met,and they'll never be apart.
Maybe these are fool's verses, twisted without rhyme,
yet,its how i'm feeling ,and Now ,I think its time!
Maybe...I'm not perfect,of that i am so sure,
If i ever leave you,If i go and lock my door,
Its cos I can't stand another heartache,a spirit tear to sore.
Yet,there is that little window,that  I shall always see,
a scene of sweet remeberance,when"US",where You and Me.

Maybe a dove finds home and home finds land,
Maybe a dance be born,to hold your hand again,
maybe fresh ink dries,and my verse finds the end,
Maybe the hurt is too much for me to understand.


Maybe there is here and here is there,
maybe a pearl and a shell will never tear,
They tear..
Mabye,just maybe ,as we turn to dust,
We born to find once more our Love and Lust
Maybe...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Hill Avatar
February 22, 2010 at 7:19 AM
well done...TAH
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February 21, 2010 at 10:38 PM
Oh, so moving. so moving. David
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February 21, 2010 at 4:44 PM
Emotional piece Charmaine, heart strings pulled with this poem >> James
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February 21, 2010 at 2:13 PM
Very exceptional and true! Too many loves were lost before! It is always difficult to realize who's fault it was. Now with 66 I'm older but won't feel like 66. That is good on one side. Each of us ghas to live his/her live as good as one can. Too many ups and downs sometimes. But it is always important to find our own way. Today I walked in the snow with some heavy snowfall and I enjoyed it. hearing the train's whistle from far again. Keep your pen flowing, Charma!...Gert
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