Ain't love grand?
Will my heart be able to start itself?
Will the beating heart beat another rythumic love beat for thee? ...
Or will this heart, depart this loving land, deserted by your faith in me?
How may i go on in life without the love of a dearly devoted wife? ...
Will the morning bring back to me her friendly honoured loving faith?
Will this love so strong? ...
Be yet a long lasting, righted wrong.
Her smile which could launch many a sea faring ship...
Floats to my heart her love well grand.
Be it ever well tainted...
Her smiled beauty tattoo'ed and branded deep within my heart and brain.
May this heart's emotions never be tried or strained...
Our emoted heart's love, well likened and trained.
Your morning glory smile awakens the deep beast trapped forever inside my being...
Your elusive strength holds me tightly close to your heart...
Our days journied together, will never flee or part.
I will forever drink in to myself, this rare loving, beautied art.
Poetry by Michael Jeffrey Gale
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Written on 2006-11-17 at 23:47
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Your Smiled Beauty Tattooed Well Close To This Heart's Memory.
That wayward heart so far away lost in frozen time of the mind's picture...Will my heart be able to start itself?
Will the beating heart beat another rythumic love beat for thee? ...
Or will this heart, depart this loving land, deserted by your faith in me?
How may i go on in life without the love of a dearly devoted wife? ...
Will the morning bring back to me her friendly honoured loving faith?
Will this love so strong? ...
Be yet a long lasting, righted wrong.
Her smile which could launch many a sea faring ship...
Floats to my heart her love well grand.
Be it ever well tainted...
Her smiled beauty tattoo'ed and branded deep within my heart and brain.
May this heart's emotions never be tried or strained...
Our emoted heart's love, well likened and trained.
Your morning glory smile awakens the deep beast trapped forever inside my being...
Your elusive strength holds me tightly close to your heart...
Our days journied together, will never flee or part.
I will forever drink in to myself, this rare loving, beautied art.
Poetry by Michael Jeffrey Gale
Read 392 times
Written on 2006-11-17 at 23:47
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