David Roberts
Poems for those who know love
Those who know loveThose who know loveHelp others in need,Help souls wearing chainsTo eventually be freed,Look after those in trouble,The sick and the dying,Sometimes failingBut always still trying.Those who know loveNurture their children with care,For they are the hope for a future,To give freely and bring love to bare.For the ones we cherishAnd love the most,The gift we are givenIs the love we can host.Love is for the luckyTo feel everyday that they live,Impoverished is the life, without loveTo feel and to others give.Wonderful indeed,When the long game is over,All memories to save,To have received true love and rememberThe much love that they gave.ShadowsI have seen her in the shadows of a thousand dreams,I have met her before, oft times it seems.In rooms full of strangers and in crowded places,I felt her presence strong and clear.Her eyes sometimes sad, as I wiped away her tear.I reached for her mind and she held out her hand,I reached for her lips and she gave me her heart.Such feelings of joy, such feelings of love,I know from my mind will never impart.When the worlds of two strangers somehow collides,Somewhere between the earth and the stars all alone,When the wings of chance, appears in a life,No need for regrets, no pasts to atone.When we have journeyed, through the years long past,Cold mornings, rain, and sometimes deep snow,To the sun drenched mountains, and the salt blown sea,far below,It’s a time for living, with time yet to spare,A time for giving and leaving, enough time, always to care. Waiting here As I wait here, listening to the sound of the ocean,I feel my true love’s presence and so much devotion.As I wait here,watching the clouds drifting by,I reflect on our lives filled with thoughts emotions,Time cant deny.As I wait here,feeling the seas gentle breeze,Thinking of her, I am reminded, of a thousand melodies.I feel her touch on the wind, as it blows through my hair,My great comfort is to know she is always there.I think of her face and her smile, when she is kissed by the sun,I think of her touch, when each day is done.Eventually we will walk, hands held together,Confident in each other,our future to share,Free to walk tall, without regrets, without a care,In full of time, and under heavenly skies,We will know we were loved,life’s greatest prize. Walk with me Walk along the road with me,To see the mountains high and free,To see the valleys and oceans deep,Collect the memories,and forever keep.Take a ride through life with me,Sometimes slow, sometimes fast,Things to see and places go,Will leave us breathless and aghast.Hold my hand, touch my mind,Kiss me gently,very slow,The road is long, the road is wide,Together we will discover, the ways to go.Two hearts beating, the clouds aboveTo the rhythm of life, with happiness and love. You are the poem You are the poem I was longing to write,Words,well chosen, never contrite.The lines we compose, just every day,Make us both happy, in so many ways. Our thoughts and words, no need to discuss day by day,For our deeds and responses, will always obey.Precious bonds in our hearts, will never be broken, For time and distance are merely token.You are the poem of each cold night,To warm my heart and make each day bright.You are the words in my head each day,Composing the many things, I’m longing to say.If you are the poem and I am the pen, Together, bonded through distance and time,Emotions we feel over again. From cold early mornings and the years gone by,To future warm kisses,bodies and minds, can never deny.You walked through my dreams, often times lost, I reached for your hand as our paths crossed. You played the strings of my heart without mercy, feelings, sublime,The shadow of love isWhen you have too much love,And there is no one to share,No one to hug, no one to kiss,Feels unfair.A heart filled with love,With nowhere to liveA need inside,A yearning to give.You lose someone dear,Always counting the cost,Year after year,Just lonely and lost.Those who need loveBut never can find,A prisoner in a place,Forever confined.When the the rich and the powerful,Because love can’t be bought,Often denied the thingThey most sought.The lonely and oldWhen life passes by,Silent hearts brokenIn total despair.When you love someone trueAnd your love is denied,And your feelings are locked deep down,Somewhere inside.The timid and shyWho don’t even try,And those who abuse love,Without knowing why.When you love someone specialAnd words aren’t enough,When you try too hardAnd the going is tough.When you love someone who isFar away,Your feelings and hopes,Are to be with them soon,One special, bright day.I hope you knowI hope you know how it feels to belong,In a special place somewhere in time,To someone whose feelings are so strong.Who has been waiting for youSince the time of your birth,Searching this life, searching this earth.I hope you know what it is to be needed,Every day of your life,Expectations exceeded.I hope you know what it is to be wanted,Your hopes and feelingsWill never be daunted.I hope you know what is to be loved,That you have been kissedBy a holy dove.Your future has been blessedFrom somewhere above,Walking together with reason and rhyme,Fit together, like a hand in a glove.Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
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