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Baby's A Star - So Sublime

(Verse One)

My baby's a star, you know
She swims in a sea of suns
Giggles at my balmy puns
That's why I love her
Fits like a glove, her

My baby's a star, you know
She shimmers for the eventide
Always lets my crazies slide
That's why I love her
Yeah, that's why I love ...

(Bridge A)

Her ... eyes ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... eyes ...
My dreams keep - soft sleep

(Chorus)

She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime

She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime

(Verse Two)

My baby's a star, you know
In her bright, commands the sky
She lets my many faults get by
That's why I love her
Set no one above her

My baby's a star, you know
Warms the heavens with her smile
Makes each moment worth my while
That's why I love her
Yeah, that's why I love ...

(Bridge B)

Her ... heart ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... heart ...
Our love's keep - love's leap

(Chorus)

She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime

She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime

- SOLO SECTION -

(Bridge One & Two)

Her ... eyes ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... eyes ...
My dreams keep - soft sleep

Her ... heart ...
I dive deep - dive deep
Her ... heart ...
Our love's keep - love's leap

(Chorus)

She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime

She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime

(Repeat Chorus Out)


Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017


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Her Masterpiece Is Her Story-part two

(please read "Her Masterpiece Is Her Story" before reading the second part. It'll make more sense and probably be more enjoyable!)

The girl who has beautiful scars,
And the boy with marks of strength,
Are now separated by distance,
And that is causing some teenage angst.

The girl wonders how the boy is doing.
Her paintbrush calls her name.
The two can't talk right now,
And she feels she's to blame.

The girl's best friend is lonely,
And she isn't much better.
The only way honesty is revealed,
is through a heart felt letter.

Her scars are fading away,
Everyone knows her secret, so she can't add to the art.
She's wishing she could draw more cuts,
At night the voices in her mind take over her heart.

Her masterpiece is disappearing,
Her artwork is going away.
"What caused you to do this!??!" her family asks.
"I...I hate myself." is all she can say.

She's trying to be okay,
If not for herself then for her friends,
If there's one thing she can't take,
It's their fatal ends.

But she doesn't know how the boy is,
She doesn't know his feeling,
Her mind is going crazy, 
Her sanity is reeling.

Since she doesn't know how the boy is doing,
Her anxious mind is filled with worry,
Her demons have told her something.
They're telling her the worst horror story.

Her masterpiece is fading, 
I've told you this before.
Her scars are going away,
She wants to make more.

But she doesn't make any.
For the sake of those she loves.
She restrains from her paintbrush.
Even though it fits like a glove.

Her story is continuing, 
Her painting isn't dry.
But her canvas is even more,
down upon her thigh.

Maybe she'll erase some drawings.
She's trying to be okay. 
She actually doesn't want to get better.
But what am I supposed to say?

Be honest and say she doesn't want that?
Be truthful and say she doesn't care?
Because in her life right now,
Having no motivation? She wouldn't dare!

She misses the life she had before.
She didn't mind hiding her own part of her life.
She would just cope her own way.
She'd cope by using a knife.

Maybe one day she'll draw on an actual paper,
Or paint with an actual paintbrush,
But right now with her anxiety,
She feels that there is no rush.

Don't worry about the girl.
She just cries every night.
But she has to keep going,
Her best friend is in near sight.

It'll be alright everyone,
I'll keep you up to date,
The girl's painting will continue.
If that's the artist's fate. 


Copyright © Madison Marie | Year Posted 2013


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The Greatest Love Story

The greatest love story ever told
Is right here in my heart
It isn't fancy with fancy words
It's sweet like the song of a lark

No need for any material things
To prove the depth my love
Just holding your body close to mine
A love that fits like a glove

Many words have since been written
About how true love endures
Words expressing one's inner feelings 
Feelings so intense and pure

Life on earth is a fleeting thing
We're here next moment we're gone
Love until your very last breath
Too soon you'll be passing the baton

My heart sings with the joys of love
Tender words flow out like a river
The greatest love story ever told
Makes my soul and body quiver 

© Jack Ellison 2012


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012


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Mind the Paint

A mind not filled up is just empty space
I'll decorate mine to stay in life's race
With silly string so I'm not too stoic
And badge of courage to help be heroic
A rainbow of colors when I'm feeling just blue
For my wife, some thick paste to stay stuck on you
A bright red heart to remember to love
Wrapped up in mercy that fits like a glove
A Labrador puppy will teach me affection
A compass implanted to show me direction
Scents that are common so I don't be a fool
And measuring stick to follow the rules
Some mathematical facts to say what is true
A river of patience when I don't have a clue
A funny face clown for acting a ham
And people who love me just as I am
So fill up your mind with whatever your taste
A brain not decorated is such a big waste


Copyright © Randy Steele | Year Posted 2018


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My Bicycle and Me

MY heart rate raced as I sat and marveled at
this machine. A Cervelo S-5 carbon Bicycle.
This must be a dream! 

So Aerodynamic and efficient with a stream
lined design. With DI-2  shifter that shifts
precisely and is so divine. 

I'm sitting here for several hours on my new
racing bike. They're tweaking it perfectly, and
making it right.

A true masterpiece that is designed for speed. 
Which every adrenaline junkie definitely needs.
I quickly fall in love with the way that it feels.
At ten thousand dollars, its quality revealed.
  
As I get on it, it fits like a glove. I shift it quickly 
as I start to take off. I race with accelerating
rhythm, at maximum speed, and experience
a euphoric feeling that overtakes me!
 
My heart pounds with excitement and my thighs
start to burn, as lactic acid builds up, rounding an
apex of a treacherous turn.  

I glanced at my Garmin , peddling quickly in this
competitive race. Twenty-six miles an hour, I 
average, pushing myself, at a grueling pace!

My heart pumps as I spin up this hill, anticipating
the descent, oh my what a thrill!

I try catching my breath as my lungs cry out for air.
Reaching a pinnacle point of exhaustion, and
borderline despair!

I'm pushing my cadence with everything I got.
Failure is not an option, like it or not!

I'm shooting for King of the Mountain, in this heart
stopping mile. Thank God it's all over, as I stop and
 relax, for awhile!

It's all finished now, as I check out the Strava on line.
And much to my amazement, I am the fastest, of all
time!!

I wish I could take credit, and be solely responsible 
for this great feat, but I know in my heart, it was a
great effort, made by My Bicycle and Me.





                       











Copyright © michael tor | Year Posted 2015


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Home Sweet Home


Home sweet home, a phrase that warms my heart,
Once I reflect on what it means to me.
My home is like a magnet...draws me in.
Enough when I'm away; take me back home.

So full of comfort broken in with life
Well used and shaped where all fits like a glove.
Enhanced with family that comes and goes,
Endearing me with memories of great
Together times that transfer home to love.

Home sweet home, a phrase that fills my soul;
One piece of heaven filled with happiness.
My home, the only place for me to be.
Enough when I'm away; take me back home.


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Contest: Home Sweet Home Acoustic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 02/08/2016


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016


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A Commitment to Love


                                             A Commitment to Love

                       Is when the truth between feelings and reality comes true,
                       And in one moment your friendship turns to want.
                       A want that feels so good to your core,
                       And each speech seems to a want at a friends door.

                       A door if open the happiness of your feelings will see,
                       That a commitment to that reality will come to be.
                       Something that feeds your hearts inner core,
                       A feeling that's fit for all aspects of this world an more.

                       Being committed to the soul of another's true heart,
                       Is the highest moment of want one would not want to part.
                       In any case give your want a happy moment to love,
                       Because the truth of love is always fits like a glove....



Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2016


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Somebody stop me, or The way of the respondent world to be, I hope

I will keep this one simple as it invovlves one with love
to get the full impetus this song fits like a glove
I am a lover, or prostitute/giglo of love, but a guitar 
reigns all and rises above all. Thank God for Youtube and the offerings
it promotes from a antique man that its presents promote. So much I have l
istened and so much I've lost to vinyl, tape, 8 track and more than it cost. 
Whatever the measure the venue that speaks is all that ask for and all that
bequeaths. Way past, past, pre present now forward, lends ears to all measures
that motivate pleasures to all that appreciate without no man clatures to ageless
yea man playtatures. Music is all to one and all rergardless of age and for one for all.
My middle son suddenly I heard him of Frank like I did as a boy in Ohio a dank. Is there 
something to astrology, heredity, DNA, that speaks to the aforementioned
in a word yes foretay. Hidden, hiding, promising, pre emienent, ever prominent
evasive, compromising maleovenent. This is where parental promotion is prime
where u forget about convention, discipline, and sublime. Letting them be, 
and be and be be, without social shitface premises to see. My sons r the greatest
as they think unarraigned,unassigned, unhinged, to favor fathom their existance
in line to their own place in the present time/place/passion position equitible
and free forth coming to a future fashion fusion frankness filled with
love, caring, forgiveness, and global nurturance for all things human. Yea, 
right. It is possible if u drop yr ego and give yr other other self half a f-ing chance.
 A mirror works both ways my friend.


Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013


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What is a family

It’s not the location of the family, it’s the location of your heart.

It’s a smile that fits like a glove made especially for you.

It’s a tear that erases the years of your absence.

It’s the love that binds your heart, yet never confines your spirit.

It’s an unspoken acceptance and forgiveness before you require it.

It’s the gratitude of birth and the grace of life. 

It’s born of blood, or an alliance of kindred spirits that cannot be broken.

It’s not always who you have chosen, but who has chosen you.

It’s the people around you that encase you from the world.

It’s the people around you that rejoice in your courage to face the world.

It's the people that you have the honor to cherish, encourage and inspire.

It’s where your spirit feels at peace and at home, 

It’s where your being belongs.


Copyright © Meridy Petricciolli | Year Posted 2013


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A Good Man

Now they say a good man is hard to find,
And a good man is the marryin' kind.
If he don't mind leavin' his past behind,
Why that's a good man and good for tryin'

Now a good man will wipe your tears away,
And he'll hold you tight 'til it's all OK.
A good man will laugh at his own bad day,
And smile and nod at whatever you say.

A good man is there in stormy weather
And makes the load seem light as a feather.
He'll be nearby, it don't matter whether
You've songs to sing or sadness to gather

But most of all he just fits like a glove.
It feels like he has dropped down from above.
It'll take awhile, you might need a shove,
But you'll soon find that a good man can love.


November 2, 2016

For contest A Good Man


Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016


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What am I

When we can't take it any more
it's all we can see
It's the whites of our eyes
after crying them out incessantly

Highly flammable
Great balls of fire
Goodness gracious, danger ahead, stop!
It's a situation that is fathoms beyond dire

Texas Chainsaw, Freddy, Jason
Blood, guts and gore
Out out damn spot?  Surely said in jest
Bludgeoned puzzle pieces, remains on the floor

Before my quill becomes totally saturated
by that gory syrupy goo
I'm reminded that there is that
softer, more palatable side too

Satiny petals left in a trail
leading to sultry stained lips
Patina of the dress that fits like a glove
Ruby glistening nails gracing beckoning fingertips

Flat or bubbly, just a matter of taste
spirits lift as glasses are raised
Berries and cherries delicious by themselves
or as desserts, eaten sweetened or glazed

Declaring love within a lacy valentine
A gift of adoration from the heart 
Donated, a most precious gift of life
Allowing a heart to throb, til death do us part

Can't help but make a statement
When all else has been said
Yes I know you know that I know you know
Based upon what the reader has read...


Copyright © Dineen Williams Gault | Year Posted 2016


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The Game Of Poetry



How about this for OPENERS You STOLE my heart away With SIGNS of love and caring A sparkling two way PLAY You guys are all a HIT with me You're WINNERS every time Raising me in the STANDINGS Such loyal FANS of mine Since I was just a ROOKIE poet Had myself quite a RUN Feel like a real VETERAN now This GAME is so much fun Appreciate every seven STAR rating This poetry fits like a GLOVE Quite a CHANGE in one short year Above AVERAGE kind of love So I'm gonna keep on SLUGGING Aiming for the FENCES Hoping to hit a poetic HOME RUN And SCORE with all your senses © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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Gorgeous grooves

making those moves with gorgeous grooves...she fits like a glove and kicks like a boot

My heart beats like a wardrum banging

From her tree of love my heart keeps hanging

She turns me to stone like madam medusa

She's a queen on a throne...a madness seducer

She whispers in my ear...i rise like the sun as she twists all my gears

She's a lioness lady...with sharp deadly fangs she's bitten right through me

With a larconist soul she lies with her lips

She slithers like a snake and i squirm

She screams as i spit...I can't quit

She's an alien addiction

Fuel to the fire...flint to the friction...pen to the paper...crime to the caper

She's got me twisted and torn like a serial raper

I can't shake her...she knows my next 3 moves

Lustful lady with the gorgeous grooves


Copyright © anthony beesley | Year Posted 2010


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Beware The Doghouse

Valentine's Day is just four months away
Are you ready to show her some love
For that beautiful someone sharing your life
An affair that fits like a glove!

You mustn't forget or ignore this occasion
Most romantic time of the year
To ladies, it's the supreme test of your love
Mess up... it's the doghouse I fear!

You'll feel her wrath for a long time to come
Like winter in the month of May
The calendar will say that spring has arrived
But the frost won't soon go away!

Just a reminder to order those flowers
It's never too early to plan
Or buy her chocolates, that's always good
You'll wind up being DE MAN!

If you mess up, don't come crying to me
I warned you in plenty of time
No, go somewhere else, you can't live here
You've committed the ultimate crime!

© Jack Ellison 2012


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012


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The written word

Something about the written word
It stirs me up inside
The ignition to flame my imagination
An alternative to an easy ride

My love of language is fiercely intense
Words, my cup of tea
It can mean whatever it makes me feel
Perception is up to me

No stipulations to what I read or write
No one can pocket what I receive
There is no giant leaning over my shoulder
Telling me what to believe

What else can create beauty out of tragedy
While mending a cracked soul
It's affirmation that we are not strange or alone
Yet equally unique and whole

It may be an adventure that would never come to life
Leaving you with a dream
Perhaps it's one's pain described on paper
Your own tears creating a stream

What is more powerful than an inspirational quote
You read as you begin your day
Often times it's your very own story.  Fits like a glove
How you felt, but couldn't say

It could be a limerick that causes a chuckle 
When the world can't catch a smile
Maybe it's words derived from your own tongue
Therapeutic to remember once in a while

Whether you hold the pen or retrieve the written words
It belongs to only you
Whatever you receive or bring to the table
It's honest, real and true


Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015


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Big Hat

The way you give things in love's place, The way your soul beckons with its sad face, Knocks me out and makes me reel, Replacing your heart with things I can feel. I know it's well meant And to you money well spent, Investing in me Instead of in we. You can't help yourself. I know where you're at, In a place of comfort within your big hat. It sits well upon your head and feels like success, And only I know it's so much less. Trapped in its snare, It fits like a glove, But it will never replace the loss of our love. By: Carole O'Terry Duet Copyright: 2006 "All Rights Reserved"


Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016


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Her Sweet Lips

This girl that I have on my mind,
She is so beautiful,
and I'm so glad that I can call her mine.
I love the way she walks,
the way her hips go to and fro,
and especially the way she talks.
When she speaks,
it sounds like angels talking to me,
like bells ringing from sea to sea.
Her halo so clear,
oblivious to most,
she is the most incredible girl that I've ever known.
The beauty that she shows,
is only a part of what is known.
You being mysterious is something I love,
Because liking you is something that fits like a glove.
Thinking about the future,
and possibly all our predetermined trips, 
is one thing I think about,
as I kiss your pretty lips.
Soft as silk are your hands,
I hold them every chance I can,
I know I am one lucky man.
The look in your eyes when you say my name,
lets me know this feeling goes both ways,
maybe even how high that I'd like to aim.






Copyright © Brandon Reese | Year Posted 2009


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Absent Soul'd Fool

Someone told me today that I have an absent soul
That my intentions were good but that my heart was cold
They basically told me I would never find love
Or that certain someone who fits like a glove

The problem is that I know what they mean
I have a heart I just don’t let it be seen
I cant give it away with the drop of a hat
For fear it’d brake, and I couldn’t face that

So for now it’ll stay wrapped in cotton wool
And I’ll continue to play the absent soul’d fool


Copyright © Kat Crane | Year Posted 2009


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The first ....

The first time I saw your smile 
The time I smiled back
The moments we talked for that first time
I remember how we laughed I remember 

That first kiss that swept my lips
The look in your eye fired fire
An embrace that shook my being
A feeling of want was what I was seeing

The first hours passed the moments were grasped 
Stars danced above the night was dark
But still your kiss fits like a glove
Your embrace is like holy grace  





Copyright © sarah hales | Year Posted 2010


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Turkey dove

Turkey dove 
Fits like a glove
It's my one and only true love
There was once a turkey 
Then I went and made some beef jerky
I then took a dove home
And named him jerome
I took the dove and the turkey and stuffed them together
I tried to make sure I plucked each and every feather
Eventually I created a new bird
It's called a turkey dove, It was unheard
I took it out once for a walk
It started to scream and tried to talk
People looked at my creation, "disgusting" they thought
I just smiled and said, "I thought it was pretty hot"




Copyright © Sloppy Joe | Year Posted 2016


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My Search

To the four corners of the earth
I will never give up my search
For my one and only true love
An attraction that fits like a glove

Until I find that admiration
My search is an exploration
Till my queen is in my arms
Electrified from my charms

Happiness is a thousand to one
As soon as my search is done
Happily ever after it goes
Like a newly blossomed rose

~Leonard Napierskie


Copyright © Leonard Napierskie | Year Posted 2013


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The Platters - Rock 'n Roll


Mid-nineteen-fifties were my teenage years,
and rock 'n roll band songs made happy days.
Among the best, 'The Platters' songs were dear
while thinking of my true love...as always.

'My Prayer' and 'Only You' were special songs
that captured the true meaning of our love;
"my prayer...to linger with you" still belongs
forever in our hearts...fits like a glove.

And, 'Only You', those words have always been
our favored ones...the song we used that day
when we were married to new life begin...
and fifty-eight years later...here to stay.

A special time, a special band were they...
'The Platters' songs became our hearts' mainstay.


Sandra M. Haight

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Lyrics - My Prayer

When the twilight is gone and no songbirds are singing
When the twilight is gone you come into my heart
And here in my heart, you will stay while I pray

My prayer is to linger with you
At the end of the day in a dream that's divine
My prayer is a rapture in blue
With the world far away and your lips close to mine

Tonight while our hearts are aglow
Oh tell me the words that I'm longing to know

My prayer and the answer you give
May they still be the same for as long as we live
That you'll always be there at the end of my prayer

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Lyrics - Only You

Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you
Only you can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true, my one and only you…



Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016


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Nobody Wins

How can a love,
When it fits like a glove,
Go from a quarrel to end?
Well, it sometimes unravels
When one of you travels,
And loneliness seeks out a friend.

If I'd only known
That you weren't my own,
I might have remembered to hold
The hours of sand
That seeped through my hand,
Instead of the glass, ever cold.

See, I then believed
That my absence was grieved,
My return given weight I thought due,
Yet I didn't grasp
Your needs with a clasp
That endeavored our bond to be true.

Beleaguered, I left,
A house then bereft
Of solid endowment below,
Those words, in attack,
We can never take back,
Like arrows set loose from a bow.

'Tis said, when apart,
That heart longs for heart,
And absence will winnow the fires,
But when I returned,
The embers that burned,
Were guaranteed only to liars.

I must now intend
That I destined to end,
The breath of my proxy, in rage,
But the voice of a child
At once calmed the wild,
And let loose my ire from its cage.

I wish I could blame,
But I did the same,
And sold you on stories divine,
Yes, you spun some fables,
But were just turning tables,
As I set the standard with mine.

Now I look back, anon,
At the life that is gone ...
'Twas a sad lover's quarrel, though just,
But a house built of size
On a bedrock of lies,
Is a foundation best turned to dust.

You see, lies that are lost,
Always bring a high cost,
And we both kept a share of that quarry,
But I hold naught but mirth,
And for what it is worth,
From the depths of my heart ...

I AM sorry.


** TENTH PLACE in the "Lover's Quarrel Poetry Contest", Lewis Reynes, Sponsor **


Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017


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There's No Place Like Home

When my family and I moved into this house in 1977, Dad was our patriarch. 
For four decades I have lived in a subdivision that is called Crosby Park.
Today I've lived in this subdivision for forty years.
I was only five years old when I moved here.
When a person lives at a place for that many years, it fits like a glove.
This is where I'll live for the rest of my life and it's a place that I love.
I'll tell you why my place means more to me than it did just ten years ago.
It's because this place is now mine and there's no place like home.


Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2017


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The Greatest Love Story

The greatest love story ever told Is right here in my heart It isn't fancy with fancy words It's sweet like the song of a lark Material things are not important To prove the depth my love Just holding your body close to mine A warmth that fits like a glove Many words have since been written About how true love endures Words expressing inner feelings Feelings intense and pure Life on earth is a fleeting thing We're here next moment we're gone Love until your very last breath Too soon you'll pass the baton My heart sings with the joys of love Words flow out like a river It's the greatest love story ever told It makes my eager heart quiver The greatest love story ever told Is right here in my heart © Jack Ellison 2012


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012