Wednesday, August 13, 2014

POETRY: LET MY WORDS BRING ENCHANTMENT TO YOUR HEART

To me.. you're like a river
   You're something that makes my soul shiver
One look from you, is more precious than gold
   You're in my arms always because
             ...can't let go


2

When the day was taking-over from the night
I was there to give all my love to you
When the darkness was giving way to the light
I was there to dedicate myself to you

When the thick cloud was paving way for the cool rain
I was there to share my love with you
When winter snow was bowing down to the summer heat
I was there to appreciate how you love me

When spring rain was surrendering to summer breeze
I was there to surrender all I have to you
When the storm was handing over to the sunshine
I was there to hand over all my love to you

When the winter was saying 'welcome' to the spring
I was there to invite you into my heart
When spring was ushering in summer
I was there to initiate you into my heart

When midnight stars were sharing with morning stars
I was there to share my experience with you
When the green grass was smiling at the roses
I was there to give my entire smile to you


3

Ever since the day I met you,
I could see your beauty
Trapped within your heart,
Because no man did his duty.

No man has showed you,
Just how much a woman's worth.
You should've been treated as a queen
Since the blessing of your birth.

They've taken you for granted,
Hurting you deep inside.
They never cared if what they did
Made you start to cry.

They didn't show respect
For the beauty inside of you,
And made you think less of yourself
Than you ever used to.

They didn't understand
The pain within your heart.
Oh, how much you must have hurt,
While you're soul was torn apart.

But I've seen that pain,
And I share the tears you cry.
I've been there just like you,
When you really just want to die.

I've looked into your eyes,
And seen inside your soul.
I've seen such beauty there,
Within the things it holds.

I know how wonderful you are,
And I can't wish for anything more
Than just to hold you in my arms,
And stop our hearts from being sore.

You'll never have to worry
About having your heart scarred again.
I'd never hurt you like that;
I've seen that horrible pain.

I'll treat you like the queen
That I know you are inside.
Never will you hurt;
Sad tears you'll never cry.

I'll commit myself to you,
As you've never seen before,
Because I'm a real man,
And I could not ask for more.

It would be the biggest honor
To be able to feel your love,
To hold you close to me,
What more could I dream of?



4


Let my words bring enchantment to your heart
And bring forth magic from the dark
Words I place adrift in the wind
Do with moonbeams blend
Upon your heart descend

Incense and candles burn within
The words I cast upon the breeze
Let love?s potency begin
Its luring flight
Upon the edge of night

Your heart you cannot defend
Against my magic blend
Of shadows and moonbeams bent
Of love?s peppermint scent
From within your sleep

Into my arms you leap
Within your dream you speak my name
If only your racing heart to tame
And to quench our kisses flame
Hot the night becomes

For one that enchantment overcomes
But the spell will soon be broken
Once you have from sleep awoken
You notice on the sun?s first rays
The scent of peppermint stays

And remember



5


Honey, Come a little closer,
let me whisper in your ear.
Let me tell it to you softly,
so that no one else will hear.
What I have to say is private,
and is just between us two,
just want you, to know how much,
I love the things you do



6

Your name, like silk upon my lips,
your vision- all that's on my mind.
asking a relentless question,
with no answer there to find.

ah, but my heart does pulse,
and keep a stately time.
with the syllables of your name,
mouthed by a talkative mime.

And as I stroll through my thoughts,
one thing I do keep near.
it's the gentle caress of your words,
as you say, "I Love You Dear"

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