I can not give you less than me,
Except for the future, no more,
With a head so heavy now,
When I seem unlike myself
And so unsure of all that
I could not have seen
Beckoning to your open door...
I know there must be words to explain
But I cannot reach them anymore
Close enough to assemble a phrase
Sounding out like I did before.
Those feelings embedded in my poems
Trying to repair our wounds
Through a message that could endure...
I am he, I am he, your lover
For now and eternity
Since before us there are days
To gather each fruit of possibility
And coming closer to each other,
We will the nearer to heaven be
Beholding a beautiful sight
Of Love and Peace for always
Surrounding us with a holy light
And blessed forever after,
Together like we were meant to be.
Don't be afraid at all
And give Love and Peace a chance...
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Wow, this is so deep and so beautiful...each line new enlightment. Love, love, the way that you write! Theodora Onken
This is beautiful! I think that you will be famous some day, Romeo,
your poetic feeling itself expresses your love's confession. Don't be afraid at all And give Love and Peace a chance... and this world will be heaven
loved it! ! ! ! ! Beholding a beautiful sight Of Love and Peace for always these words sounds suits to ears! ! ! ! ! cheers for your work.God bless you! ! ! ! ! !
A beautiful poem... very touching. It reminds me of a winter day sky- gray but every so lovely..... such feeling. You poured feeling into this poem- that is how all poems (and books) should be like......
Awh, like Lexlie said all females are waiting for someone as sweet and romantic as you to say that to them. Peace and love always! Lenore Lee, from Sydney, Australia
Who ever she was...shes lucky...its beautiful and poetic...crys...(tears of joy) girls are allowed to cry at beautiful poetry....sigh...that was brillant...heart felt...and touching, so heart felt.
touching to the depths of love......ty for sharing...I did so enjoy reading it...smiles n blessings
That is a beautiful poem i am still waiting for a man to say that to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love love love.... what are we to become without love. I feel very light reading this, floating even....just like how you feel listening to John Lennon.... without a doubt the free sprite seems so shine brighter in these words. amazing :)