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Darlene Belcher Poems
lips of an angel
I hear you in the morning, i see you in the night, My sweet angel. I dream of you, think of you, and only of you, My loving angel.
What is love? what is hope? what is happiness? what is friendship?
What is love?
What is love? Why does it occur? Why can you control your mind, yet powerless to your heart? Theres no such things as true love, its just a fairytale, once upon a fairyland.
the sweet escape is evermore, enreaching our body and mind. to live, to love, to know, to care lovers love- lovers love.
Be careful how you use me...
I'm the one thats the problem? The one with center gravity? ? Ha!
he calls to me every night, the evermore feeling of pleasure and delight.
Waiting on the edge of heaven
Fall asleep, dream of me, I'm just waiting on the edge of heaven.
Thy secret love
when im with you
Swept away, the day soon begins to fade. You have me in your arm; no need for me to ever be alarmed. My heart needs your love as much as you need me. Magic in the air as you whisper in my ear, 'Can i keep you? '.
Roses of a kind, love is never left behind, but in fact brought together. closer then we ever were before. You bring me me flowers of all kind sorts, but when you brought me roses of the purest enriched red. i know what you were saying; you knelt down before me and asked 'will you be mine? '. I, in return, lifted you up and gave you a hug and a kiss.
Shes here every night with us; just above the clouds, beyond this world. Mother moon ~ mother moon. Reaching out past the sky, into the never ending place of space. Grasping each and every little star.
A purest, enriched love.
as delicate as a rose, as pure as the sun. My love for you burns deeply as the days ever so pass. Anything you say, anything you do, i will be there, forever in love with you.
Why is it that in life you come to feel so sad, why is it in life you just break down and cry. Even if your life is full of fun and wondrous things, you still feel that lost empty feeling inside.
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lips of an angel
I hear you in the morning, i see you in the night,
My sweet angel.
I dream of you, think of you, and only of you,
My loving angel.
Take my hand, dance with me, sweep me off my feet,
My gracious angel.
Come with me, i'll take care, lift our love to the air,
My pleasant angel.
A whisper to the ear,
a kiss to the lips,
My heart-tendering angel.