GERRY BRIGHT Poems

The way your fingers slip in to mine
The way you lay your head on my chest,
when we sit on the couch.
The way your lips are soft and warm.
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More than the cloud to the sky,
More than the wave to the sea,
More than the rain to the rose,
Are you to me.
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God put an angel on earth just for me.
But in my quest for you, I have stumbled,
and fell, sufferd and cried.
For I thought I would have to wander
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I who have nothing-
I who am nothing-
With nothing to give-
Do love you so.
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