If Heaven had a Facebook, how happy I would be.
To find that they were up there, and that they could talk to me.
I would tell them once again, how much I really care.
I could listen to the stories I know they love to share.
We could tell a few good jokes, and have a laugh or two.
Talk about the old times, and the struggles we went through.
I would post a pic each day, of something lovely they should see,
And hope that they could do the same, and send pics back to me.
The beauty we would see them post, would surpass all that's here,
Love and Hope and Happiness, with no room for pain and fear.
If Heaven had a Facebook, how dear that this would be,
So I could talk a few more times, to my friends and family.
once, from high in the mountains
your song rained down on me
drops splattering my soul
I got lost in the fantasy, thoughts
of you tied with fragile spun dreams
bound by the depth of your love
unlacing the ribbon, you look within
with tenderness, you take my heart
uniting it with yours
now, this love blooms, flowers strewn
nourished by the rain and sun
in the valley inside
My Love
Are you still mine?
'cause there are many....
fantasy thoughts going through my head,
as all i do is think of you ...
as i've hungered,
for your loving burning touch
as i need your love so badly
now till the end of time
i am waiting for you with open arms
to embrace you with
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