I saw him and he saw me,
But still we looked on silently
Til I got the nerve to give him my number
And he had the nerve to text.
We went to the movies,
We went out for coffee,
And it's surprising
What happened next.
I found myself falling
In "like" on the spot,
And then love came,
Ready or not.
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Monday, April 30, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
I Love You as a Fire (sonnet)
I love you as a fire that burns so deep,
It cannot be put out by storm or sea.
A love so strong, it calls me in my sleep
And beckons me to dream of you with me.
I love you, though I don't know why I do,
Or why I feel the things you make me feel.
I find myself daydreaming about you
And praying that this love we share is real.
I love you, though I don't know for how long
I'll get to hold you in these arms of mine.
Your love is like a gentle, soothing song
That sings within my soul most of the time.
Your eyes, your smile, your touch, your hair, your smell;
Which of these things are best, I cannot tell.
Note: Yes, I did write this one. I had to give it a try!
It cannot be put out by storm or sea.
A love so strong, it calls me in my sleep
And beckons me to dream of you with me.
I love you, though I don't know why I do,
Or why I feel the things you make me feel.
I find myself daydreaming about you
And praying that this love we share is real.
I love you, though I don't know for how long
I'll get to hold you in these arms of mine.
Your love is like a gentle, soothing song
That sings within my soul most of the time.
Your eyes, your smile, your touch, your hair, your smell;
Which of these things are best, I cannot tell.
Note: Yes, I did write this one. I had to give it a try!
Love Sonnet by Pablo Neruda
(Translated from Spanish By Mark Eisner)
I don’t love you as if you
were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that
propagate fire:
I love you as one loves
certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow
and the soul.
I love you as the plant that
doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers,
hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the
tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in
my body.
I love you without knowing
how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without
problems or pride:
I love you like this because I
don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I
am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon
my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close
with my dreams.
Note: I wanted to write a love sonnet, but none that I could write would come close to this. And it describes how I feel to a 't.'
Friday, April 13, 2012
Great Spirit in the Sky (sonnet and song)
The Great Spirit in the sky watches me.
His eagle flies o'er me with its strong wings.
I see His Spirit in ev'ry tall tree.
I hear His voice in every bird that sings.
I feel His breath as the wind rushes by.
I see His face painted on each flower.
I see His tears fall as rain from the sky.
I sense His presence ev'ry single hour.
He guards each step I take with His strong hand.
He sends me dreams at night to guide my way.
He tells me things I will not understand
Until my soul crosses over someday.
I'm kept by the Great Spirit in the sky.
I am watched over by His loving eye.
His eagle flies o'er me with its strong wings.
I see His Spirit in ev'ry tall tree.
I hear His voice in every bird that sings.
I feel His breath as the wind rushes by.
I see His face painted on each flower.
I see His tears fall as rain from the sky.
I sense His presence ev'ry single hour.
He guards each step I take with His strong hand.
He sends me dreams at night to guide my way.
He tells me things I will not understand
Until my soul crosses over someday.
I'm kept by the Great Spirit in the sky.
I am watched over by His loving eye.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
I'll Always Be There (sonnet)
More than once, the thought of your small faces
Has kept me from doing things I'd regret.
I'm much more careful, now, going places --
Visiting memories I can't forget.
Your young lives are intertwined now with mine;
What's good for you matters more than all else.
As your mother, I spend most of my time
Thinking of you, and little of myself.
Each breath I take, I breathe only for you.
My child, you're loved more than you'll ever know.
I may not always choose what's right to do.
I may not always find a way to show
The way my world revolves around your care.
I'm not perfect, but I'll always be there.
Has kept me from doing things I'd regret.
I'm much more careful, now, going places --
Visiting memories I can't forget.
Your young lives are intertwined now with mine;
What's good for you matters more than all else.
As your mother, I spend most of my time
Thinking of you, and little of myself.
Each breath I take, I breathe only for you.
My child, you're loved more than you'll ever know.
I may not always choose what's right to do.
I may not always find a way to show
The way my world revolves around your care.
I'm not perfect, but I'll always be there.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Two Whole Hours (sonnet)
For two whole hours, I felt alive again,
Just to see my children smile, laugh and play.
I hadn't laughed like that since who knows when,
But now the melancholy's here to stay.
God, help me, I can't hold on much longer,
Each time I say goodbye, my heart breaks more.
I swear, I don't need to be much stronger,
Are you even watching or keeping score?
I'm trying to hold onto the joy, but
It slips from my hands each time they must go.
And I'm left wondering exactly what
I will do as the days crawl by so slow.
God, why can't anybody seem to see
That being without them is killing me?
Just to see my children smile, laugh and play.
I hadn't laughed like that since who knows when,
But now the melancholy's here to stay.
God, help me, I can't hold on much longer,
Each time I say goodbye, my heart breaks more.
I swear, I don't need to be much stronger,
Are you even watching or keeping score?
I'm trying to hold onto the joy, but
It slips from my hands each time they must go.
And I'm left wondering exactly what
I will do as the days crawl by so slow.
God, why can't anybody seem to see
That being without them is killing me?
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