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Thankful...
Her cheeks, radiant and fair,
Shining under the amber sun.
Her smile, ever the loveliest to the stare;
Her eyes, twinkling from gay fun.
Playful waters lap around her little feet where she laid;
Waves crashing in the distance, caught by her attentive ears;
Echoing in her mind were words once said
By a man who promised to love her through the years.
Alluring brown eyes, devouring pages of a book she’s
reading;
Soft, supple hands, wrapped around its leather binding;
Dark auburn hair gracefully fluttering in the autumn
breeze;
No version or definition of “beauty” can get any better
than these.
Standing some distance away, admiring her, is that very man
Who promised to be by her side in life;
Thanking God and every lucky star he possibly can
For lavishing upon him a most enchanting wife.
Rain...
Two souls embraced in the rain
On a cold September’s day.
Feeling one another’s pain,
Each, hoping the other will stay.
One hopes of a happier story;
When rain won’t hide her tears,
Of when she won’t be sorry
For telling him all her fears.
The other hopes she’ll know
Just how much he cares for her so.
Even though he won’t show,
He prays, from his side, she’ll ne’er go.
Two souls embraced in the rain
On a cold September’s day.
Healing one another’s pain
In every possible way.
Why...
She's the reason behind my smiles
And the one for whom I shall care.
Maybe she'll stay through the trials,
Hold mine hand and say she'll be there,
Until the end of my days.
I shall cherish her with my life,
Listen to each and every word she says;
I shall cherish her..my wife.
Senseless...
Love is such a
senseless thing,
It makes one
believe
In almost
everything
Even the promise
of a ring.
Hear now of a girl
I’ll tell.
She makes my days
seem so swell,
Even if to hear
her voice so sweet
Or have her hug me
when we meet.
When through her
hair, mine fingers, shall their way find;
Her head, she
rests upon mine palm.
Her subtle smile,
one of its kind
Embedded, forever,
in memory, warm and calm.
Her scent, unmistakable,
Lingers on in mine
mind’s depository.
If I shall one day
lose my way
Her scent, shall
be my directory.
In her eyes, I see
myself
Building with her
a life,
One that won’t just
be placed upon a shelf,
One that includes
her...my wife.
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