Melinda Butterfield Poems

Sometimes I worry there's nothing to say
Yet I feel that I could talk in a subtle way
Oh, but most times so it seems,
yes that most times something
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Life well as you know is your passion
and time is too short.
Love is a question:
Will it last or will it fade away?
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Hey Friend,
I thought I heard you cry my name in the wind.
Yes I was sure and I could feel your fright.
But don't you know? Can't you see? Time will show.
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Clear streams, moon beams, these are the good things
we dream about when we're asleep. Soft rain in your eyes
please baby don't cry. This is your lullaby.
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Well, we all went to school
to get some learnin' done.
And we had our share
engagin' in the fun.
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Who are you my Lord?
Are you quiet and golden like a sunrise?
Are you calm and gentle as a soft breeze?
Well, sometimes I can hear you whispering
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In the time it takes for love to grow
I have found that my heart dwells in your soul
And I'm longing to give to you
Just to you
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When I've traveled on my own
I feel I've lost the love you've shown
and I long to turn to you to guide me back
to a place where I have grown
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