Best Song I Love You Poems
Lets Dance
A slow song is playing and we get up to dance
We gel as one, like in a trance
Our bodies so close, our hearts skip a beat
The feeling of warmth, forever to keep
Two bodies sway smooth, slow, as one
He whispers in my ear, I love you hun
Our eyes meet as I give him a kiss
Slow dancing our moves in pure bliss
He holds me close as the song comes to an end
I whisper into his ear, till the next song my friend
Written by: Debra Falgout
September 21, 2012
INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION
The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin
The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete
I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show
You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar
Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed
Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
And even the band knew I love you more than anyone
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
I need to try to get to where you are
Could it be, your not that far
You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta to find you
You're the missing piece I need, the song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
Been feeling lost, can't find the words to say
Spending all my time stuck in yesterday
Where you are is where I want to be
Oh next to you... and you next to me
Oh I need to find you... yeah...
This song is dedicated to Ed Owens.... I love you buddy:) !
INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION
The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin
The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete
I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show
You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar
Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed
Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
eAnd the band knew I love you more than anyone
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Something has got to change...
snap out of your foolish rage;
be honest with yourself,
and say," I don't want to be yours! "
Not long ago,
you adored me
like there's was
no other man on earth;
a moment ago,
you refused to be touched;
and while I'm playing your song,
you look away...
Something has got to change...
how come you can't breath
the same air that I breath,
and have the same needs that I have?
Why can't you,at least, feel the joy
of being loved so faithfully,
and why you hate my looks of sweetness;
don't I love you nevertheless?
Something has got to change...
our moments together
can't turn into memories:
they must live inside of us!
Something has got to change...
I laid everything at your feet,
hoping you'd keep this secret;
I offered you more than love,
and you shouldn't kick it and step on it...
like it was a worthless stone!
Something has got to change today...
search for kindness and pity,
and be willing to care!
INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION
The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin
The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete
I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show
You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar
Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed
Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
And the entire band knew I love you more than anyone
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Why should I remember you?
When you know you are in my heartbeats
Why should I convince you?
When you know my truthfulness
Why should I think about you?
When you know you are in my feelings
Why should I impress you?
When you know the genuineness
Why should I say this to you?
When you know I love you