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How does one know

What is love
A many splendored thing
Oh hardly so
How does one know
When love is truly in the heart
When it is not an idea
When it is something that is known
And not thought
How does one know
That the love is returned
That it is not a lie
That it really is true
And not a game
How does one know
What another thinks
What is in their heart
What is hidden away
And not spoken
How does one know
If love is in them
If they are capable of it
If they really truly do
And aren't playing a game
How does one know

kristin nov. 3, 2000
No Wasted Kisses

A Kiss
Should not be wasted
On one not deserving
Rather kiss those
Who have your love
And if they have your heart
Then kiss them with your being
With a passion
And deeply enough
To sink into a sea
Of tingles and relaxation
A hand here a hand there
Rest them against each other
As lips lock together
Never wanting to be be apart
Wanting the moment
To last forever
To hold your love
In your arms
Mouths locked together
Tongues softly meeting
These should not be wasted
But saved for one
Who holds your heart

-kristin december 1 2000
In the Starlight

Out in the shadows
And into the light
Walks the beauty
Footsteps so light

Out in the forest
And on toward the lake
Her skirts swish the ground
With each step she takes

Out in the city
And among all the lights
The young beauty walks
Wherever she might

Out in the darkness
And with another in tow
Death becomes her
The life is taken so slow

Out of the light
And into a bed
Now the beauty sleeps
Queen of the dead

-Kristin
-September 16, 2000
Am I too blind to see

Am I too blind to see
That he doesn’t love me?
Or is he too blind
To see that he does?
Am I too confused
As to what I want
Or is he too confused
To know his own will
Am I what he wants
In any way, shape, or form
Or does he dislike what I am
And only tolerates me
Am I the one
Who knows what I want
Or is he the one
To tell me

- kristin december 17 2001
Torment

Why do you torment me so?
Your every touch
Your every word
Every thought about you
Each is a torment of its own
Why can’t I forget it
And push it all away
What is holding it in?
I wish I could find a way
To look forward so that I could see
If this torment is in vain
For if it were
I would abandon it all
Or perhaps not
If for some odd reason
I let my thoughts prevail
Then what will become of me?

-kristin bomba december 16 2001
In Your Arms

In your arms is where I belong
Where I feel safe
Because I know you are strong
Where I wish to remain for eternity
When I'm not with you I always feel sad
Please don't ever make me ever feel bad
I only want to be able to warm your heart
To have you close and always by my side
I never want anyone to take you away
I'd like a ring on my finger some day
The whole world should know
What I feel when I'm with you
The happiness I feel
And the strange but good feelings inside me
I love your touch on my skin
Your kiss on my lips
The feel of your body against mine
I cry when I miss you and when I worry
And hope for the day when there will be no need
No diamonds or rubies or gold or gems
No bracelets or necklaces or things to adorn my skin
Just you by my side forever and always
Safe in your arms that can hold me together

-kristin december 19 2000; ed. december 11 2001
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Joseph

The little boy
That lit up our lives
Will still grace my face
With a smile
Even though he is gone
His spirit stays behind
To live in us all
He has left one father
To be reunited with Another
And someday again
That cheerful little face
Will smile and greet us
I can still see him before me
The blonde haired boy
That barely came to my waist
But he was so full of life
And it burst through him
And even though
He is gone from this world
He lives now in another
To await for our arrival
When the cheerful face
And memorable voice
Will once again
Grace all our faces
With a smile


-Kristin Bomba, January 22, 2002.
In memory of Joseph Kotara upon his passing.
The Night on the Lawn

Do you remember that night
When we lay out in the grass
And talked with each other
And watched the stars
Just the three of us there
On a cool summer night
One of you as my pillow
And the other in my lap
As I ran my fingers
Through his dark hair
As we three lay there
Out on the lawn
Talking with each other
And listening to the night


-kristin bomba, feb. 4, 2001