Rosanna, bible in her hand
Took me through the dark days
Showed me another way
I hold her hand
Rosanna, praise the lord for me
Set me free
My thoughts were dark from the start
I wanted your soul
Rosanna, your words like you are true
The good book was made for you
The passion in your eyes
The love, there’s no disguise
Rosanna, I tried, glad I failed
You can’t beat God
I know that
Knew from the start
Rosanna, bible in her hand
God in her heart
Making a stand
I watch her, rifle in hand
God bless Rosanna.
"Magnet Marvel" Contest
Your eyes are the first I see.
The only way it should be.
Our love flows infinity.
Its our destiny.
My dearest Rosanna, how you make my heart beat fast...
We started as friends that blossomed to a special love that lasts...
I love every night that our heads hit the pillow the same time...
Or the early morning hours when I can just watch you sleep
and know your all mine...
Your have built me into a poet that can write only in love when
your the theme...
I love our romantic nights that start in the kitchen to the couch
and then we flow into the bedroom like a warm stream..
From playing a board game to a Broadway show, all our times
together are precious and glow...
I always hope I can continue to keep you smiling and happy
as our love continues to grow....
Your eyes like windows
to my inner desires,
that consume my soul..
The way your hair flows
off your shoulders like candy,
sweet as your smile
that brightens all my being
to every step I follow..
Rosanna my love,
my sun still rises and sets
because of your love...
"Harvest of Happiness" Linda Marie Sweetheart of P.S.
contest
As we go through our youthful lives unknowingly
each day is a delicate future memory of the past.
Time that has been shared in the present with
loved ones has drifted to our future memories.
This drifting time space from present to future
has been stolen or lost to the awaiting time bandits.
Why did we not cling to each forgotten day's existence
so tightly as never to be stolen or allowed to be lost?
Suddenly an unexpected beautiful memory finds her way
to your present day galaxy of thoughts in your being.
You are reminded of all those joyful past present days
and you embrace them...threats...the bandits are lurking.
There is still time to resist and keep them afar forever.
Now older, you grasp each day as you breathe each second.
This most precious person will evermore remain in
my cherrished and loving present future memories.
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