She has blossomed so lovely,
Her eyes sparkle with glee,
Thank God that I have her,
She absolutely completes me.
...
Tickle Me, Tickle Me,
Stare At Me Deep,
Don't Ever Stop Touching Me,
Hold Me When I Sleep.
...
My heart is broken
Is this meant to be?
I'm going in circles,
Please help me.
...
Bright as the sun
Black as the night
My heart mourns silently
This just isn't right
...
I am a very shy writer, but thanks to everyone who reads my poetry, I have been writing poetry for many years since I was young. It wasn't until a friend of mine secretly submitted one of my poems, that I decided to pursue showing others my writing. I have books and books full of my poems, short stories and ideas that I plan to share one day. Thanks again for reading what I post!)
Blooming Angel
She has blossomed so lovely,
Her eyes sparkle with glee,
Thank God that I have her,
She absolutely completes me.
The smell of her inosence,
The feel of her love,
Her caressing arms around me,
Like the softness of a dove.
Her presence is my reality,
She embraces life with such care,
There couldn't be a day without her,
If there were, my heart would tear.
Careful not to wake her,
I watch her sleep,
As these last years have flown by,
I never knew love went this deep.
A blooming angel is among us,
Someone to look to when you are sad,
She will brighten all that is around her,
And the world will not seem so bad.
(This poem is dedicated to my prescious daughter who is my angel and forever will be)