Tuesday, August 5, 2014

POETRY: YOU ARE A PIECE OF HEAVEN TO ME

What is it about you that I like so much
Is it your heavenly smile, or is it your luscious lips
Is it your sense of style, or is it the way you look
Is it the way you talk, or is it the things you say
Is it your  hair, or is it the color of it
Is it your mysterious eyes, or is it the way you look at me with them
Is it the way you walk, or is it the way you move
It is definitely all of these things that drive me to the point
  of insanity,
You are a piece of heaven to me, one so unreachable yet beautiful


2

Wherever she is, I want her to know this
I want her, my life, yes the true source that courses through my veins
To know, that I already love her.
I want her to know, that yes, I?ve been waiting,
sometimes impatiently...nonetheless I?m still waiting
I want her to know that, life has taught me that lesson
that most never learn...that painful session in which
you learn how to hold on to those that mean the most to
you.
Yes, tell her that I?ve learned over time and through others
That love only comes around when love
assumes that you?re not ready.
So tell her, my love, my reason for being
That I am not ready and then again
I am.
Tell her wherever she?s at, that I?ll never
hide or confide what I feel from her
Tell her that I will forever
hold her kisses true to my heart
Tell her that my soul aches to hear her wisdom
Aches to experience her emotional misunderstanding of
what she?ll assume I am
Tell her please
Tell her that I?m almost
Ready
Ready
Ready
To
Be
Loved



3

You asked for the moon
I got it for you
You asked for the stars
I flew high and brought them for you
Everything you ever demanded
I did all for love

When you were hungry
I fed you with my hand
When you were cold
I clothed you with myself
When you had no place to live
I gave you my own shelter

In the summer time
I lay myself down for you
In the winter time
I gave you all within me
In every season
I gave everything you wanted

I treated you like a king
By laying food on your table
I helped you in all your endeavors
By solving all your problems
Despite...you scandalize and criticize me
And think all is well to blackmail me

Now that fortune smiles on you
You just say I?m up to no good
Sweet memories of the past
No longer appeal to you
Shameless lover you now seem to me
I never knew you were such an ingrate.


4


For one moment in your arms,
I would wait a thousand years,
I would live my life in dusk
if you found the sun severe.

If you wished things to never change,
I'd freeze this place in time.
To tell the world of how I feel,
there's no mountain I won't climb.

I will plant a bed of roses
if ever you are tired,
And I would write a hundred songs
for you if you desired.

To bring to you some happiness
I would swim the greatest sea,
I would give up everything
just to have you here with me.

To hear your laughter echoing
there's nothing I wouldn't do,
And I can promise you right now
that I always will love you.



5

Come lie with me by the stream.
Share your hopes and dreams.
Show me excitement like I've never known.
Lie with me by the stream 
 and tell me I am your own.
Your heart is thoughtful and sweet.
Lie with me by the still waters, 
 and I'll show you my love runs deep.
Lie with me by the peaceful stream called life.
Lie with me and take away the strife.
I cannot compare you with any other, my sweet.
I cannot express my love for you, 
 nor can anyone compete. 
Lie with me by the stream of desire.
Set my heart free and my soul afire.
Lie with me by the stream forever.
Lie with me and leave me never.
The stream will overflow with passion.
Lie with me by the stream 
 and I will show you my love and compassion.
This stream runs deep; this srream runs fast.
Lie with me by the stream, 
 and I will show you my love is everlasting. 

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