I probably shouldn't say this
It just might be the wrong time
But how can I delay it
When it's always on my mind
Sometimes in the darkness
When I'm feeling all alone
And the thought of all your softness
Breeds a touch deep to the bone
I set my mind to wandering
To our bodies in the throes
Skin meets skin with tenderness
And heartbeats race in tone
The images I'm conjuring
Of fire in our souls
Romance, passion, soft caress
Hand in hand, toe to toe
No, I won't just write a poem
To describe how I'd love to spend my nights
I'd much rather show it
While you're lying by my side
And you may never know this
But it's always on my mind
To hold one's heart Within
To hold one's heart
Within thine hand,
'Tis a different sort of magic,
The thoughts that emanate from love,
Survive all else that may seem tragic,
Thine love doth n'er be lost at sea,
Nor mine, in unfaithful woe,
It 'tis the love that shines above,
It penetrates thine soul from stars,
Thine planets, Jupiter and Mars,
Mine "heaven" lies not from words of man,
And this key of life's mystery,
'Tis why thine heart remain loving
Whilst held within mine humbly doting hand!!
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Aye,
but tis not mine heart that yearns to be held
And, tis not thy hands that it yearns to be held with
Tis but a touch of grace
Betwixt a longing embrace
That seeks to shine as it emanates
This "heaven" thou dost speak so fondly of
Is reached not through words, but an act of love
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
True most of the time....and
True most of the time....and then some lucky people just are "gifted". Doesn't sound "fair", eh?
Life isn't...and man incessantly tries to make it look that way for himself to evade truth. Truth. What is. Each person's is different as we each are.
.....blessings.....always, dear. <3
...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
What is weird is that I had a
What is weird is that I had a song on my mind and the lyrics were singing through my head "Always on my mind" as I pull up your page, then I see its the newest song..weird. I understand the sentiments of this all too well.
Great minds ;)
I hope you wrote the version in your head. I'd love to read it
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Liked it.
Liked it. Ssmoothie is such an inspiration and pushing us to grow as authors.
That she is
Always challenging us to think outside the pen
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr