Post by beezyboi on Nov 26, 2004 0:43:20 GMT -5
while the trees
bristle as the
breeze from the
north winds
move southward
bringing
much joy with
sunshine
just like the
birds that
gather in the sky
Really high into
the clouds
over the mountains
soaring peaceful
among the sun
Just as
the sounds
of a melodious
song being played
for the first time-
for the first time
this poem rhymes
for every time I speak
my mind
Just as a mother
offers her love to
her suckling and
a father raises
his son in the
peaceful conditions
at home
Just as the kiss
that I’ll never miss
just as the touch
that's always enough
just as the love
that's from above
you love is as pure
as the white of doves
Just as the
times you held my
hands
till the next time
we'll kiss again...
Metaphorically Speaking-
you are my
Sunday to every
weekend!
bristle as the
breeze from the
north winds
move southward
bringing
much joy with
sunshine
just like the
birds that
gather in the sky
Really high into
the clouds
over the mountains
soaring peaceful
among the sun
Just as
the sounds
of a melodious
song being played
for the first time-
for the first time
this poem rhymes
for every time I speak
my mind
Just as a mother
offers her love to
her suckling and
a father raises
his son in the
peaceful conditions
at home
Just as the kiss
that I’ll never miss
just as the touch
that's always enough
just as the love
that's from above
you love is as pure
as the white of doves
Just as the
times you held my
hands
till the next time
we'll kiss again...
Metaphorically Speaking-
you are my
Sunday to every
weekend!
That was beautiful! 
BTW, welcome to the board! 
