Wednesday, May 3, 2017

POEM: HER LIPS ARE AS SOFT AS A ROSE


You came to me like an angel
   falling down from heaven
You covered me up with your wings
   and pulled me closer to your heart
Until I became part of your soul
There was no way out...
I didn't want out...
You protected me with every single feather
Filled me up with warmth and tenderness
A sensational feeling I have never felt before
I wanted to love you like you loved me

For once in my life I can
Say that I am in love and
No one can make me doubt it.
Love has finally found me
And cupid's arrow has
Made a direct hit.

For once in my life I can say she is
Mine and no one will be able to take
Her away from me.
This is the lady that I have 
Waited for, ever-so patiently.

For once in my life this
Is what I have been searching for 
From the time I knew that love really exists.
In my lifetime I will never
Find another love such as this.

For once in my life I have
Found someone that is special in every way.
She is like a fresh breath of Sunshine on a cold wintry day.
I am so glad that God sent Her my way.

For once in my life all my hopes and dreams
Are being fulfilled, 
it started the moment that she walked into my life.
Now that she is here there will never be any more goodbyes.

For once in my life I can raise my head up and walk proud
For her love puts me on a natural high.
There are no more dark nights since she came into my life, 
only blue skies.

For once in my life I can safely trust someone again,
In my life there has been so much heartache and pain.

She is as sweet as a Georgia Peach,
And as breathless as the
Sun that shines on a cool autumn day, 
and chases all the chills away.

Her lips are as soft as a Rose, 
and as gentle as the fresh  morning air.

She is pure as the white snow 
that covers the ground in the wintertime.
And her beauty makes you forget about all your troubles 
and leave them behind, for that is the way she is.

For once in my life I can say 
I am really happy,
For the dream I have sought is now a reality.

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