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| SOULMATES |
Hands that touch the same feelings Feet that walk the same path Legs that carry the same load Stomachs craving the same hunger Arms reaching our for the same dream Shoulders that bear the same heavy burdens Ears that hear the same songs Noses that smell the same fears Hair flowing in the same breeze Eyes catching the same vision Hearts beating to the same rhythm Souls soaring in the same clouds Lives searching for the same desires Love that wants and hurts and needs and feels and unites in the same lifetime Soulmates.....hmmm, I wonder where they are. | |||||||||||||||||||
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I hold you in my hand Your scent so bittersweet I recall the day you grew And how we came to meet. Your stem was strong and fresh Your petals filled with life Even though the thorns of love Seem an endless strife. Still you beheld beauty Though plucked from earthly sod My eyes beheld your truth That gift to you from God. Your scent eminates your power A freshness in my soul As a spoken word to my heart You're warmth when I am cold. Your petals felt my tears A watering of life unfair My love it shall caress you To grow because I care. My tears they shall nurture My hope sustains your seed My faith renews the freshness My love will fill your need... to live what you know to love and to grow. | FRESH | |||||||||||||||||||
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| IN REMEMBRANCE |
I saw a man outside the church He stopped to pray and cry and search He said hello and talked awhile I pondered curiously his smile I asked him if he was okay All that he could stop and say My son, he was born in May I hope that he'll grow up some day I see the world and all its brung The tears and pain of all our young If they only knew true love and peace The killing children all would cease I know it seems as endless task But really, its not much to ask If parents only knew the pain The kind to drive a child insane Maybe we would understand Why nothing seems to go as planned. A child is ours to love and feed To clothe, to teach & fill each need To bear the burden when they are mad To share the tears when they are sad To make our hearts an open door And never, ever, to ignore A child is not just spare the rod A child is a gift from God. I know my son was born in May And I hope he learns to pray For I will love him every way And know that he'll grow up some day. | |||||||||||||||||||
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