I can't see you, but oh how I can feel you
I can feel your prayers, as I hope you can feel mine
And I'll keep you safe within them, I'll pray every night
Let us not give up or give in, it's only time
'Til we meet
Love's not learned or taught, it's a gift
Still I don't know you, but you're my present
Eyes meet and hands touch, perfect is the fit
For my prayers were heard, you were sent
When we meet
Until then I'll be here waiting
'Til we meet
Cause all my future is in you
oh my!! wow. that is amazing. that is exactly how i feel about the guy, i am supposed to spend the rest of my life with. you are an amazing writer. you have so much talent! keep it up.
Reminds me of my poem to my future husband...Great job!
Johnathan, your writing is beautiful. I can see the love of God in you! I am a Born Again Christian, and through your writing, I can almost guarantee that you are, too! Keep writing for God! It's a wonderful, and rare Spiritual Gift!
Stai
The soul brings us to life. It leaves our bodies when we die. Why then, is it such a stretch to believe that poetry written from the heart is branded into our souls? Like love is the key to the heart, poetry must be the key to the soul.