POETRY: YOUR LOVE IS LIKE A BUNDLE OF JOY

On an emerald lake, beneath a starlit night, we ride on wooden boat.
A gentle breeze blows into your hair that flows over your eyes.
You don't seem to be bothered
As you slide deeper into a state of pure happiness.

I can't help but smile, the way I see your life set out for you.
I look up, thinking how wonderful it must be to be like you.
But I think how wonderful it is just to be with you.

Your angelic eyes captivate my dreams, touching my heart beyond words.
I can't think of how I ever fell for you,
but I know it was truly one of the best things that has happened.
Lady luck has hit the jackpot this time.

Love is a fancy thing.
It strikes those who believe they can't be loved
Or shall never love another.
It heals those who need it the most.

But most of all love has given me a tenderness inside
that blooms with every moment I am with you.


2


Two souls combine and become one,
Love is like a fine wine,
It just gets better with time,
Love is a strong bond that will stand the storms
That life may bring,
Love is built on a foundation of love and trust,
This is a must,
Love is like a dove who flys high on wings,
When I first met you I knew it was love
And I wanted to sing,
I love you and always will,
For this is my wedding vow to you
for you are my Soulmate.


PART 3

So when you close your eyes,
Do you dream of soft blue skies,
Or do you float out on a river,
And watch the flowers as they shiver?
Do you find youself falling through a hole,
Do you reach deep inside your soul,
Or do you sing your song out loud,
And float away inside a cloud?
Do you run through an endless maze,
Do you cry inside a soft haze,
Or do you climb up an endless tree,
And strain to find the top you can't see.
So when you wake up,
Do you try,
To escape,
Back inside,
That realm we call imagination,
That erotic, soft, scary sensation,
In your dreams.


4
Your love is like bundles of joy.
Filled with love, it can fit your hand
as tight as a glove! It's as true
in your heart as love can care...
Don't worry, I'll always be there.



5
As I turn to go to bed
thoughts of you and hopefully also dreams of you.
rush me to my slumber

Ah, then the dreams do come and what
I hope to be a doorway to you..

But, Cruel fate intervenes and what the
heart most desires, the eyes do not
find no matter how long they search the
Cruel dream realm..

But, up ahead I see what appears to be a figure
teasingly hidden then not in the mist..
As I rush forward, longing driving me on, you turn to me
smile and open your arms.

Then in a last desperate attempt to reach out and
touch you, I foolishly awaken myself from my dream,
and find not my beloved next to me but, an empty bed.
So, back to sleep I go to try again, to finish the long night.