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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 |
| 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 |