Tag Archives: heaven

Sitting by the window . . . . .

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Sitting by the window . . . . .

As I sit here gazing out the window, Instead of working, I’m daydreaming of you…

And wondering if while you’re in your own world, You’re thinking of me too…

 

 

I reminisce about the day we met and how you made me feel,

Looking at the glowing smile on your face,

Staring into your dreamy eyes, Your smell, Your touch, Your warm embrace…

I wonder if heaven can be as beautiful…

 

 

And now, I’ve started to feel that warmth inside,

Like nothing or no one else can make me feel…

Butterflies, A constant smile, Happy thoughts,

Looking forward to the next time we meet.

 

 

What lies ahead, down the road to love…??

Can it possibly be what I’ve been hoping for?

All my goals, dreams, passions, hopes…

Glaring now before me with great anticipation.


 

No one knows what tomorrow brings…

One can only wish and believe…

I have abounding faith that God will take care of me,

And keep you around and the love within.

 

 

Could it be the same with you…??

Time will tell…I feel a special bond starting between us . . . . .

And so I’m truly hopeful that you feel the same…

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First Kiss…..

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Lost in a blinding hot shower of stars..
My world has contracted to fit in your arms…..


Enveloped in you and I cannot be saved..
As my heart leaps towards you, bound by its cage…..


Every last nerve ending searing with fire..
As my conscience is slowly consumed by desire…..


The taste of your lips and the scent of your skin..
Where love and the rest of my life will begin…..


And as my last defences collapse at your feet..
I surrender myself in becoming complete…..

My Dirty Room . . . . .

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It was always so

nothing at its place

the walls are scribbled

the floor is dusty

but the door, so grand

so beautiful

as if all lied behind it was from heaven

all adored the door

all abhorred the room

I liked it anyway

from my unmade bed

I loved it,

loved it for its door

loved it, for it was untidy

with hope to tidy it up

whatever I tried, all went in vain

it returned to itself again

so I asked why to take the pain

my country is like my room

untidy still loved by country men

the door for sure is grand

we all hope to tidy it up

but then why all the pain

after all everything goes down the drain.

all though it has always been so

I will clean my room

yes the ink on wall is too dark to wipe

and the ceiling is too high to clear the cobwebs

there are billions of books

to set up right

the bed is not in use

so it can wait

if not all that

I can always start with the floor

to make my room a heaven behind the grand door.