Poetry: words of the heart, to the heart. |
The roses are fresh,
The scent is strong...
A beating heart,
a flushing face...
'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...
Oh, to be relieved from secrets vast,
The happenings of a bleak past...
Love you from the early morn,
Love you from the hazy dawn...
Down upon the Earth below,
A single snow-flake floats...
We talk,
You make me smile...
We talk,
You make me smile...
This poem is the poem I wrote this year, to be...
Anyway, enjoy, and do rate and comment...
We are in love, you and i,
our hearts like doves, flying free in the sky...
Friendship valued, Is friendship indeed. |
People's hope may be misplaced, it may be entirely false, but let us not forget it is the mirage [false hope] of water which keeps a dying man moving in the desert. |
How am I? Why, bluer than Stilton's finest! |