Monday, October 8, 2012

POETRY: TRUEST LOVE

In the heat of a June day
We will dance in
    the sun's flame
And greet the chorus
    of angels
With kisses and
    praise

In the heat of a June day
Our passion spent
  in rejoicing the glory
    of a summer's reunion
We will linger
in the gentle breeze
  of an ocean's kiss
And cry out with joy

In the heat of a June day
I will relax
 in the shade
   of a bougainvillea
     bower
Watching you dream
  in warm welcoming
    of our loving

In the heat of a June day
I will greet your
  graceful slumber
In the mind's passionate
  embrace of love
Love, that conquers
                 all
For here in the heat of June
Our destinies will
       entwine



2

I thought you would like to know
that my thoughts go where you go;
that life is richer, sweeter far
for such a sweetheart as you are;
and how my constant prayer will be
that god will keep you safe for me.



3

My soul was so sad
Because of a woman

My soul was so sad
It could not be consoled

My heart was so sad
Because of a woman

My heart was so sad
Even more than my soul

My heart told my soul
You will one-day be happy

My soul told my heart
You will love once again

My heart and my soul
May someday be right

But my heart and my soul
Are still lonely tonight
  


4

I kiss you softly and make a wish
My wish was to have you by my side
I hold you tight and hope that you
won't let me go
I dream of you at night and hope you
will be next to me in the morning
You look into my eyes and I see
my future
I take your hand and hold it as tight as I can
Hoping you won't let it go
I told you I'm glad you found my heart
and I hope you cherish it forever
I said I loved you and you said it back
This love it feels so real, like a dream come true
And all to my knowledge, it wasn't a dream
It was a dream come true and for that I love you


5

eople say you get one love in life,
but where is she,
How long will I have to wait,
till we finally meet.

could I have seen her
and I was to scared to talk,
Or was I playing hard to get,
so she just walked.

Or have already talked to her
but didn't feel the love,
I didn't feel the sparks,
I didn't see the doves.

Maybe I already dated her
but didn't feel the passion,
When I was with her,
I didn't feel the enchantment.

Where ever she is,
I hope I see her soon,
It gets kinda lonely
sitting alone under the moon.

But if it's as good as people say it is,
no matter how long it takes,
'Cause I know when I find her,
it would of been worth the wait.




6

My promise to you is to love you true,
to love you your whole life through;
to help you with the things you do,
to cheer you up when you're feeling blue.
My promise is to love you so...
and I will never let you go.



7

There is a beautiful moon out tonight.
and as we lie beneath, I hold you so close, so tight.
Kiss me now and never let me go,
hold me close, and let your true feelings show.

On many a night I lie awake to dream,
of how it would feel, how it would seem.
If I were to ask for eternity or just one night,
would I be wrong or would I be right?

Come to me now and hold me dear,
Whisper the words of sweet promises within my ear.
Until forever is the length of my love for you,
maybe with your love I won't be so blue.

With eyes that light up the darkest of night,
I can feel emotions strong, new, so right.
What is this hold you now have over my heart?
Is it love, is it magic, where does it start?

It's strange that just like yesterday we met,
and now I miss you so.
You're the first person to ever touch my heart,
and make me lose control.

Maybe we've waited for a sign from above
or maybe this is just "A Poem of The Truest Love."

           

8

You are my sunshine on a rainy day
and this is what I have to say
You will always be a part
of my truly heart
make my heaven always blue
and say "I love you"
Wherever you are
whatever you do
I'll always remember you...

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