My love.
As I sit at work, I can only think of being around you.
To see your smile, hear that laugh.
But when I'm around you, I can only think of being close to you
In your arms, lying on your chest
Listening to you breath the sweetest melody - the Song of Us
As the pounding of your heart supplies the rhythm, it never misses the beat
You are the sun to my moon.
Yes, the world can see me for what I am
But they don't see that it is you the gives me Light.
Strength.
Courage I need to face the world. And show them my best.
You are to my soul what poetry is to my mind.
Yes, I can do it on my own. But why would I want to?
When you are there to set me free
To look into the secrets of me,
Staring, without regard, at the shackles my past has placed
And, without judgment, finding something worthy of liberation
Paul said Love is Patient. Love is Kind.
Baby, Love is You.
You are My Lullaby. My Sun. My Poetry. My Love.
Love is You.
C. C. McFarlan
9/9/2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
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I don't think he understands how strong these feelings are. After like comes love. But what comes after love?
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