"Simple Things"

Our lives are filled with simple things,
Of ice cream, kites, and golden rings.
And when two people these things share,
The feeling is beyond compare.

A simple touch, a loving glance,
The movement of a graceful dance.
A walk along a sandy beach,
A leaf, a twig, fuzzy peach.

The sound of rain upon the roof,
The babbling brook, to some aloof.
A childs laugh, a lovers coo,
The emerald grass, the morning dew.

T'would be so sweet to hold YOUR hand,
With bare feet, walking in that sand.
I love the simple things, you see,
Together till eternity.

"For My Beloved Angel"

Across a crowded room we glance
The sea of souls are feigning chance
To come together one on one,
To shine as brightly as the sun.

From thinest air your voice rings plain
Nothing to lose and all to gain.
Should I come or just stay still?
The answer lies in your perfect will.

For love and thee go hand in hand,
Like the hourglass must have the sand.
You show me each and every day,
your purest heart, your gentle way.

The poets words seem dead and cold
Compared to the love for you I hold.
Its blanket a wrap for our kindred souls
Tightly woven free of holes.

The warmth it gives can cut the chill,
Or coldest winter and barren still.
From all I've seen in all my life,
In time of joy and times of strife.
The love I feel for you doth shine,
So blessed I am that you are mine.

Oct 14, 1996

"Angel"

A whisper, a touch
is not so much
from mortal coil
it seems as such.
To many times
we wax sublime
and never see,
a solumn crime.
For what is life
but toil and strife
without my Angel,
black as night.
The life she gives
within me lives
my Angel comes
and happness is.
In my own heart,
she makes it part
of what I feel,
and the pounding starts.
Its hard to tell,
when my soul doth swell
do I love
or just not feel well.
But I am assured
with a single word
a wistful whisper
of a voice unheard
by none but I
and my spirit doth fly
my Angel and me
we touch the sky.
Now I am whole
both body and soul
two hearts are one
as passion rolls.
When talk of luck
starts to run amock
I now can smile
cause in me she trusts.
Oh angel of mine,
with love divine
for only you
my passion pines
sweet and secure
and very sure
love runs so deep
like the ocean floor.
now as only she could
makes living good
my Angel
my love
my life.

Sept 29, 1996

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