You are a wild flower
Potted and constrained
You should be in a meadow
Where the sunlight is unstrained
The breeze should blow you gently
Not storms that rattle by
Those petals shouldn't curl and hide
Your beauty from the eye
I wish that I could carry you
And plant you where you'd be
That beautiful wild flower that
You were always meant to be
As I sit here remembering the day we first met
You filled my heart with happiness I won’t forget
A beautiful smile that brightens up my day
Eyes that shine like diamonds under a moonlit sky
Little did I know you were broken inside
As all I wanted was to be by your side
A caring heart for all to see
Hope there’s enough room in there for me
Give me your heart so I can caress
As making you happy is what I do best
I want to hold you in my arms
To protect you from other people’s harm
Time and time others have been mean
As they don’t know how to treat you like a queen
As my love for you keeps getting strong
I look at you and hope nothing will go wrong
I have been hurt many times before
But being with you is all I ask for
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in the pause
— beauty is still,
and as moments gently move
embracing the rush . . .
the air holds a soft h u s h.
in gentle breaths
words wait to whisper—
a timeless melody we know . . .
the closeness of
forever love.
lingering in the calm
creates a longing for
a tender touch,
and— a delicate
echo
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~ safe in the space and feeling you close ~
Being Vased In Love
Like gardened flowers,
Be in glorious blooming:
Scenting life with love.
BONDED STIFF
Our love knows no swiftness;
It’s tied and bowed in stiffness.
Our love life is no played game;
It is an everlasting bond attained.
May our love ever be as if a royal palace evening ball;
An orchestrated ball, admired and wished for by all.
May this precious bond between you and me,
Be granted an ever-blessed bond of eternity:-
FLOWERS OF LOVE
Flowering Children;
Essence Of God’s Love Garden:
Fruits Of Happiness:-
If love flows smoothly like a river,
As if listening to the melody of a nightingale
And recognise the world and its beauty
Like seeing love and chaos blended.
I can't help but have a sight of a girl,
The important piece to my puzzle
Like she's the most beautiful creation
And as unforgettable as a photographic memory.
Yet I always feel unworthy of her love
And my heart is locked in a cage,
But I feel empty without her love
And how long can I love her dearly.
It might drive me crazy
That she gives me butterflies,
But I always try to run away from it
As if I knew it deep from my heart.
Her suffering was her currency as she would trade in sympathies among a band of devils driven wild by their needs to be possessed and to possess in a world seldom fair being built in complications simple heads never seem to ever understand and.
She was Magnificent.
They way she tore me down. Only one other thing had ever hurt me more.
We exchanged I love you’s and went our separate ways.
destiny had been kind to us for a season
Now, overflowing in tears
the nostalgia for something so wondrous and fair nearly kills me
It’s something different that the memories -
the dry uncontrollable ache of loss
which I daily transmute with ritual:
Fresh thyme grown in a pot near my feet,
Infused in oil in a jar
daily performed.
Searching in a new place and time
I play a different song
I finally got it through my head but
just cant break it to my heart.
Father, I have left school as the smartest.
Are you proud of me?
I have conquered the known world.
Father, are you proud of me?
I have created kingdoms and religions where all bow to your surname.
I ask, Father, are you proud of me?
Mother says she is proud of the person I have become.
Yet I look to the stars: Father, are you proud of me?
I have sacrificed so many days and nights, now they are just memories I forget.
Father, are you proud of me?
The more days I spend talking to you
The more,my love for you fades.
My heart beats quieter seeing
Your eyes once stars, dim.
Your voice a sweet tone
that carried honey.
Now bitter.
I still love you,
but I don't want you.
Your hapless actions-
Fill me with guilt.
I don't know what to do,
you ask once more
"Is this love true?"
The question hurts
as I can't even look at you.
Wouldn’t it be sad to live without
A little hope to understand
What our immortal soul’s about
To recognize and represent?
And who would say “Good morning, dear
How’s the forecast on BBC?
I sense the damp in atmosphere
Draw back the curtain, let me see”
And who would answer “Yes, you’re right
It’s drizzling, but the sky gets clearer
How was your blood glucose last night?
No shooting up and down, my dear?”
What actors could’ve played that action?
The voice of yours, your smiling face
Mean more than childlike mind abstraction
We used to cherish in our faith
And what it’s like, remains obscure
But I suppose, “there are more things”
If you could come to reassure
I’ll hear from afar your rings..
Pam Grier is a whole lotta lady
where the cutting takes the cake
and the diva takes her mother share
Baby, my gun is trimmed in gold
And I don’t need two bullets
to hit it straight
See ya sweetheart!
I got miles to burn
before the next motel!
Is our true love was going anywhere?
After traditional local fun fair
Nothing does compare, with the teasing scare
Where we share, our mature teen age affair
Passing written notes, from pens we borrow
Wonder about future, unknown horror
Sunny blue skies? After we say goodbye?
Studying college courses are new try
Meeting new friends, saying, he’s a nice guy
Semester we wander getting credit
Attend class confessing "should have read it"
Or the other excuse, “I don’t get it”
Compass directs one to the campus bar
Healing wounds from the bloody mark grade scar
Is our true love was going anywhere?
After traditional local fun fair
Nothing does compare, with the teasing scare
Where we share, our mature teen age affair
Passing written notes, from pens we borrow
Wonder about future, unknown horror
Sunny blue skies? After we say goodbye?
Studying college courses are new try
Meeting new friends, saying, he’s a nice guy
Semester we wander getting credit
Attend class confessing "should have read it"
Or the other excuse, “I don’t get it”
Compass directs one to the campus bar
Healing wounds from the bloody mark grade scar
And making out with a long neck lone star
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