I met you when you were newly born
Your face touched my heart, and you were mine
Companions we have always been
And I miss you now so terribly
I wish you were here to be with me
I will never forget your love shared
So unconditionally
You were mine, and my heart was yours
Wherever you may be, my dear beloved one
I’ll hold your essence right here
In my memory
He caught my eye
He said hello
He smiled at me
He smiled at me
My knees are weak
My tummy’s flipped
I feel alive
He smiled at me
There is no magic
In this world
But for this feeling
He smiled at me
We sit in silence
Our beating hearts
Keeping us company
And as we watch the stars
Side by side
There is nothing
In this world
But a starry night
And you and me
The radio dial is turned
And the notes of music past
Fills the quiet air
Taking me back to that time
When you and I
You and I
You and l
Were finding our way
Feeling our way
Loving our way
And I wondered
Would you and I?
Would we be?
And I hear those notes
Soulful, stirring, moving me
To those times
Of you and I
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”
The most surreal experience
Is that moment I had of falling in love
Of waking every morning and knowing
Someone was waiting to be with me
To spend days of studying together
Being together
The chemistry, the attraction, that feeling of being alive
And in love
My heart was young
My body was too
Those were the best days
Of my life
The world was black and white
My only company was I
Hours came and hours passed
Hollow minutes seemed to crawl
Until one certain day we met
And with fate’s golden brush
My life was painted
With colors all of you
I love your tiny heart
I love your tiny sounds
Your newborn eyes still closed
I love your puppy scent
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Fresh.”
From my distant past
Long years ago
A soul reached out
And told me so
My heart was touched
I felt his love
From a life long dead—
Help from above
You loved me
And I loved you
You were with me
During the night
Your face so clear
We spoke again
I stopped loving
And you married her
But last night
It was you and me
Again, alone
I stopped loving
But you never did
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”
True love is when you would give your life for someone else
As many parents would do for their offspring
Anything else is merely affection
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