Distance between us a starless night
Time flowing a ray of hope
Your return dawns a new day
Nurturing seeds of yesterdays possibility
Written by ME :)
Friendship from ashes of defeat, with
troubles of past having departed.
Marching forward with time
our path shall become clear.
As walls tumble down wishing,
painless love for you and I.
Together or apart let us,
know happiness this way.
For if right, love will follow,
into our hearts forever.
Written by ME
Stumbling through life,
Down a canyon of strife.
Searching for love,
none to be found.
Finding you must be ,
a glimmer of total fantasy.
Your presence I must say,
lighting up each and every day.
Visions of beauty do I see,
everytime I look upon thee.
Softball game was a blast
Although to far in the past.
Meeting you was truly neat
I found you knee to be sweet.
Kisses for you
for I like number "TWO".
Master knows your the best
here's hoping he'll pass the test.
Chewie.
(Written from the view point of my male Siberian Husky when he was about a year old.)
Her face a masterpiece of beauty,
created by God's steady hand.
Unmatched spleandor do I see,
when gazing upoun thee.
Sparkling eyes aglow, like
shimmering stars from afar.
Lips so petal soft and rosy too,
causing me to long for you.
Long locks of hair brushing
upoun me like feathers touch.
Holding you close makes me tremble,
wholly content to be with you.
And yet, Tis how you make me feel,
That's the essense of your beauty.
Me.
I knelt beside a lovely lake
Where the water was so blue
Where flowers bloomed abundantly
The grass was wet with dew
And as I knelt, my conscience felt
The beauty of that place
So I prayed to God in my own way
To give me power and grace
The breeze blew gently roundabout
No other sound was heard
Yet as I prayed upoun the shore
Christ spoke to me his word
What a glorious meeting it will
be on resurrection day.
Arvel Scott Weakley (my grandfather)
It seems like only yesterday we met.
I keep dear to me the memories of your beauty,
But alas I can only love thee from afar.
Me
Little did I know that two roses
would enter my life that special night.
One blossom in a book, and the other across the table.
The first is a beauty for only a short time.
The other is a timeless beauty.
Rosy soft petals are mirrored in her lips.
Beauty's eyes are like a blue sky that nurtures the rose.
Patiently we shall see if we bloom like this rose.
Time will tell, if you are to be the first rose of my heart.
Me.