Ok Here are My Words.  If you dont like them tough.  If you do, cool.  Everyone has their own opinion, so it won't bother me if you dont.
Im wishing for the arms

Im wishing for the arms
of someone I care for much
I need them wrapped around me
as to feel his gentile touch

His embrace will keep me safe
Long throughout the night
I rest my head upon his shoulder
as he holds me extra tight

His fingers entangled in my hair
my hand upon his neck
He holds me oh so tightly
as my cheek recieves a peck.

Margaret R. Virkus

Copyright ©2002 Margaret Virkus
Rose Petals

I found a little petal
Its skin so soft and sweet
Its very scent touched my heart
And made it skip a beat

I felt that petal soft and smooth
And fragile yes indead
And when its dried and withered
'Twill be brittle under feet

Margaret Virkus

Copyright ©2002 Margaret Virkus
Catepiller

Upon a blade of grass
There was a little bug
Crawling up and down
And down and up
At least thats what I thought

When the bug fell
Off that blade, I
Picked it with a pluck
The blade was full of ridges
To my surprise I saw.

Margaret Virkus

Copyright ©2002 Margaret Virkus
Little Things

For my babies.

A child's laugh
Is many things
A bubbling brook
The rustling leaves

A childs cry
Will cause you pain
Each time a piece
Of your heart breaks

But these are all
Life's little things
To cause the up's
And downs to spring

Margaret R. Virkus

Copyright ©2002 Margaret Virkus
Ok This is the last one. 

If I must Bide

Wondering and wandering
yet biding my time
Waiting for someone who
will only be mine.

Not just mine only,
I know I must share,
but yet Mine alone,
for his heart I cant share.

Am I wasting my breath
by biding my time.
Good things come for
those who do wait..

Or so I've been told
by my mum and dad,
though all this waiting
makes thine heart become sad.


Margaret Rose Virkus

Copyright ©2002 Margaret Rose Virkus
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Feel free to let me know what you think about
my words.
Upon a Piece of paper

Upon a piece of paper
I wrote a wishful thought
'Twas about a thing i told a friend
Without giving proper thought

I almost wish to take it back
Buti know know now it's too late
He knows now what I was hiding
For his reaction I shall wait

Is a week a proper waiting time
to give this matter thought
I do not know as of yet
whether 'tis or not

I am up rather late this morn
'Cause this thing I told my friend
I know not wether he feels the same
Or rather i was ne'er born

I have no desire for either or
'tis nae my choice, 'tis his
Wether we stay friends or nay
or ne'er speak again

I ken nay which
Would hurt me more
to have him say naught
or loose my friend for ever more

I care for him deeply,
a wee bit too much
I dinna give a thought
that it would grow as such.

Copyright ©2002 Margaret Virkus
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