I picked up a shell from the sand The shell that’s sending sizzling messages to my ear The earth and the people has disappeared All that’s left is my sweetheart and me As the under water creatures buzz Searching for a pulse in ebb and flow Under the sun so very hot I sit and listen and I wait The earth so very dry But I cry By the fire of heartache and pain Alone! I have cried my soul dry Under the blue-blue sky All day long on my own My heart belongs to another The earth cry along with me For rain to come To bring my love to me All night my heart longed for you For my lover to come to me in pouring rain To take me far away from here Oh! Listen to the whispering wind It’s so gentle and kind
It embrace me tenderly Singing its own love song to me “Woman there with deep despair “The time is near “He is almost here “The rain is falling down “No need to fear my dear “Listen to your beating heart “It is still very much alive “Your love may be far away “But will take you away “Very far away from here “Till you wait no more
I believe I've heard it said that it is better to have loved and suffered than not to have known love at all - or something like that; English is not my first language. Sometimes I really wonder about that. Anyway, lovely thoughts about love, Tinkasweets. Love and peace to you.
the sweet sweet pain of love's pent breath...you express it with an original flair, miss tinka, and quite romantically! the scene you paint here is beautifully drawn, as is your artwork!
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Beautiful painting - beautiful work!!
Hugs,
Lance
Regis
at times dark
it's no walk in the park.
love and peace G
such beautiful poems.
It is still very much alive
Indeed, it is, Tinky - and may the New Year find your heart much happier, too.
Hugs
Tina
Love,
Eileen
Your ship will come in 2006
Great romantic write
Love
Peter