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Always In My Heart
Sitting in silence, I think and I wonder...
Seeing nothing at all, my mind starts to wander.
I had you, you loved me, you use to be mine...
So tender, so caring, all loving, and kind.
You gave me your heart, seeking nothing in return...
Always trusting, sharing, oh why can't I learn?
Having known such love, I can never forget...
I'll treasure each moment with not one regret.
I reach deep inside searching for reasons.
These feelings are turbulent...unrelenting legions.
I can't find the answers, I sit mourning through the night.
Why was I so foolish...why did I take flight?
What was I doing...or trying to find?
All I ever wanted, I had, when you were mine.
I said no regrets...rethinking....I lied,
I do have one...you're not by my side.
I had you, you loved me, ohhhhh so precious a gift...
I'll think of you often as I walk through this life.
I let you slip away...and now we're apart,
but I will carry you with me always...deep in my heart.
Memories
Sometimes too many to even start,
But to you they're bound and will never depart.
Memories are precious and sometimes too few,
But they are unique, in they belong to just you.
Memories can bring smiles, sometimes a tear,
but memories are just that, so do not fear.
Children's whispers late into the night,
Futures contemplated, each dreaming of life's plight.
Whisps of smoke from the fireplace light,
lovers so close, snuggle through the night.
Journey to the circus, funny clouds all around,
Lights & laughter, where smells abound.
Happy moments sometimes come true,
How I still wish to be next to you.
Dogs mosey in flower studded fields,
Steps obscured, no stifling shields.
Cotton candy clouds drifting above,
each one ascending on the wings of a dove.
Simpler times of beauty and grace,
Just once more, to see your dear face.
Fairies and elfs giggle in the night,
be still and listen as each takes flight.
Happily look back on the memories of life,
each one can be borrowed to help deminsh the strife.
Either life is a song or either it's not,
We choose our time, our place, choose our own lot.
I had to add this on page, they gave me no other option :( Hey but, writing is working too! Right?
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Well Yeeeeah..Does getting out of bed constitute a job???
I currently work as a full-time author. As I said
in the beginning, I have three books published now. Yes, I may stay home daily, but it is work nonetheless.
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Fear
I wished for you so long ago..I wished upon a star,
my only wish now, is that you weren't so far.
Each time I see you, brings a smile to my lips,
as I journey into your world, all reason slowly slips.
You are what matters in this life of mine,
sent here to me, by fate and design.
you are the sunshine when I wake each morning
youre the light that guides me when it's storming.
What do I want from you:
To see your smile first thing as I awake,
To watch you happily devour a simple steak.
To take your hand as we walk on the shore,
To listen to the peaceful rhythm as you snore.
To listen with you to the quiet of the fallen snow,
To hear you say you love me, look in your eyes, and
know.
To run like kids through many parks,
To her birds sing, or a dog as he barks.
To shuffle with you and kick an Autumn leave,
To simply say God Bless you when you sneeze.
To straighten your collar and fix your tie,
To kiss your lips each day as we say goodbye.
To know you there to hold me close to feel you near,
To know I am safe, with nothing to fear.
Fear doesn't just come in the darkness of the night,
Takes more than shadows to give me a fright.
Fear comes when trust is given through words spoken,
Knowing you cud throw them back and leave my heart broken.
Fear is reaching out and your not there,
To know you lied, and never did you care.
Fear is not made from bumps in the night,
it's loosing you and knowing your no longer in sight.
Loving someone from deep in your soul,
Knowing that love has died and grown cold.
Daisy Lesson
I saw a little daisy....dancing for the sun,
Prancing and twisting....having so much fun.
A lot can be learned from this daisy in the sun,
You think each day she is happy...I would say not.
Sometimes the Daisy is relentless and she is much too
hot,
thirsting and thirsting...pleading for just one drop.
You say, "Why does she dance for a sun too hot?"
because she knows without it, she would die..her roots
would rot.
So when you see a daisy, dancing in the wind,
learn life is not always easy, you have to learn to
bend.
smile...
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