Long Lovehome Poems
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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 carry in between,Maybe
i'll never live to be your daisy or your
white pure little dove,maybe all the maybes
never get to know there was a time
we were so much in love..................
but maybe in the inner of the inside of my heart
i know one day our souls met and they've never been apart,
Maybe these are fool's verses twisted without rhyme,
its early in the morning and now i feel its time..
Maybe i'm not perfect,of that i am so sure..............
If i 'll ever leave you, If i go and lock my door,
its cos i cant stand another heartache,a spirit tear to sore..
Yet there's a little window, a balcony i'll always see,
a scene of sweet remeberance when Us where YOU and ME....
~ ~ ~
When a dove finds home and home finds land
When a dance be born again just to hold his hand
when fresh ink dries and verses find their end..
when hurt is "Hurt too much "to stay and understand...
Maybe.....
Where there is here and here is there
Where pearl and shell will never tear.........
they tear..........
Maybe.............................................
Just maybe as we turn to dust we born to find once more
Our Love and Lust..............
Maybe.....???
Charma
Form:
Is this the way you love me my love bird?
Leaving me alone in my nest of words.
Bathing in someone else’s birdbath, love,
Basking in the sun in another’s tree.
Eating in another’s birdfeeder, love,
And failing to fly home to flock with me.
Is this the way you love this meadow lark?
By flying away and crushing my heart.
The only thing left are remnants of plumes,
Did I ruffle your feathers once again?
Not hearing your chirps has set forth my doom,
It’s hard to fly on while my heart won’t mend.
The worms have no taste, for my heart’s depressed.
It’s hard flying home to a lonely nest.
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...
Form:
Julie and Caesar
It was one rainy season
She came to my home as a kid
Her weak barks and jumps made us her lovers
In another fine evening
He entered to my home as her comp[anion
Both of them were taking our hours and
won our entire affection on them
Julie we named her to call and
Caesar ,he had as his name
They had their milk in a in a single bowl and
they had their stay in our top floor
Their calls made us to run towards them
because they were our beloved
Their birth may be on road to a street dog
Their past may be from a road side
Now they are our beloved and
Now they are our much beloved
Fate played His cruel role on them
He took Ceasar from us in the name of death
We wept and fogoten his loss But
Still Julie is searching her companion with love