In your eyes I want to always be
Your Princess in waiting that you see
Not the lady you married years ago
But someone you still love so
In your eyes I wish to see love's light
When you take my soft hand at night
I wish to taste the essence of your skin
Take you to places you have never been
In your eyes I want to be the one
You think of when the day is done
The lady you rush home to every day
And never give out of words to say
In your eyes I want the magic to live
All I have is my loving heart to give
I want you to see me as a princess fair
Not an ordinary woman with curlers in her hair
In your eyes I wish to be a Queen
The most beautiful lady you've ever seen
Not the housewife who cleans every room
In a dirty apron and broken down broom
In your eyes I want to be a star
Someone you dream about from afar
I want to be a beacon shining bright
Leading you home to me at night
In your eyes will I ever be these things
Will I feel the joy I know love brings
Will I dance on a cloud in the moonlite
Or will you turn away from me tonite
Linda, this is gorgeous poetry, so loving and sweet.
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2004
Linda, this is brilliantly crafted..your emotive writes are so well structured..unlike many I have seen..
Reviewed by DIVINELY DOWANNA (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2004
I had to read this because I've written a similarly titled poem I must post here. Funny how we females tend to need validation from the men we love and want to be esteemed in their eyes, and rarely do we find those eyes that do. Well written piece!
((((( Linda )))))
Your love splashes like a big truck zooming through a puddle, and your words strike me with that love and leave me standing totally messed up, drenched to the bones, but I wouldn't mind if you saw me this way...because you know how to see what matters.
Besides, it's all your fault anyway.
:)
Awesome poem.
I pray for you to be seen as you are.
John
BEAUTIFUL. Somehow I see the woman who is loving and caring for her man but the last line seems to say it. Will he come home at all, will he come home and be a stranger to you. There is a hurt in that last line of cinderella fairy tale waking up.
Guess it is hard to explain what i am trying to say
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Your love splashes like a big truck zooming through a puddle, and your words strike me with that love and leave me standing totally messed up, drenched to the bones, but I wouldn't mind if you saw me this way...because you know how to see what matters.
Besides, it's all your fault anyway.
:)
Awesome poem.
I pray for you to be seen as you are.
John
But I know it's not pissible in my case!!
Love Tinka
Guess it is hard to explain what i am trying to say
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
Jack
You Do Not Even Have To Believe It, Just Accept That Fact He Does Exist_
In This Physical World You Be With Him(Her) It Is BAD DREAM Simply Because Your Just Rewards Are Not In Of This Phyiscal World!!
Your True Friend, TRASK
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
we all aspire to reach these lofty goals...and to reach the level of talent and caring you possess in your great big heart :)
*BRAVA, dear (((friend))), i join j. allen and ed in applause :)
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
Allen