Saturday, March 30, 2013

POETRY: IN EVERY MOMENT

In every moment
                    Of every hour
                  In every river
                    In every flower
                  In every story
                    In every tale
                  In every trip
                    In every sail
                  In every house
                    In every car
                  In every store
                    In every bar
                  In every smile
                     In every face
                  In every area
                     In every place

                  I search for love



2


The sun is slowly fading
and the night is coming soon
Around the shadow's corner
I can feel the breeze blow through

With each passing moment
I am that much closer to you
Not a minute goes to waste
Nor does anything we do

Every day is like a blessing
each one better than the last
God must really be listening
for he sent you when I asked

Now I know what real love is
and I will cherish it forever
I promise to always be true
and only you will I treasure


3

I still remember the first time we met face to face,
The first time I kissed you and felt your warm embrace.
As I held you so closely I could feel my heart beat fast;
I knew you were real and I was holding you at last!

That was then, this is now, lots of things have changed.
We own our own house, we share the same last name.
But one thing holds fast, refusing to give way,
And that?s my undying love for you to this very day.

You mean far more to me than my words could ever say
For you churn the very spirit that makes me live each day.
Always right beside me, no matter what we do,
It really great to have a wife that can be a friend like you!

You know just how to turn me on and how to calm me when I?m mad.
You know just how to cheer me up on the days I?m feeling sad.
You are my whole world and I just want you to know it...
Especially on those days when I am just too tired to show it.

I can?t tell you what it means to me to share every aspect of our life
And you made it even more special that day you became my wife.
Now today it?s one year later, I love you more now than ever before
And in the years to come I promise to only love you more.

So today, baby, I celebrate the first year of being married to you
But every day I relish the mere thought of loving you.
As I close, I have just one more thing I would like to say
Thank you, my love, for making me so happy,


4

Tick, Tick, Tick..............
Goes the clock, as I watch time
go by, and with each "tick" that I hear,
it means Less Time I have to love You.



5

My love for you is part of me - of everything you see and know
It is not an entity - miraculously bestowed
At a magic moment in some romantic way
A memory of a long-gone day

My love for you is part of me - and I have lived a while
To grow with every sad encounter, through all my joys,
 with every smile,
To be the "me" that now loves you
And be the friend that you love too

So really my love for you is part of me -
 and you can know I choose
To give to you sincerely - this love I cannot lose
Because it's all I am, I hope you see
My love for you is part of me.




6

I can't describe the pain I feel right now
Except as an empty space where my heart's supposed to be.
So secluded in the dark... so alone and helpless;
So free... yet, so caged by emotions that scar my very soul.
What is love but a field of dreams scattered upon the wind
Never to blossom in the morning's light...

My heart... it has left me.

Like the dying rays fading
Upon the horizon, weeping light from my soul.
As each breath delays
Light drifts into night- as life drifts into death.

Upon heaven's battle cry...

Light breaks its shackles and death returns in life...
A deadly cycle turning once again... in upon itself.


7


To be loved is to be hurt,
but to love is to be hurt
and accept it.








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