Poetry....are the words in our hearts that
that are never spoken.
It is feelings that are hard to express
and emotions that are never felt.

Poetry....are dreams that we don't share
and hopes that we dare not dream;
And promises that we hope to keep.

The lines are not uniform, not unlike our lives,
And the meaning unclear like our fears;
But they do express our passions
and our desires -
Like our love for each other.

~Angie~



Time

The time we spend together
I will always cherish,
for the moments are days
and the nights are heaven;
my thoughts are true
and my dreams are plenty.
These are the precious memories
of you.

The time we are apart
I will always fear,
for the moments are years
and the nights are hell;
my thoughts are blue
and my dreams are shattered.
Again, these are the precious memories
of you.

~Angie~



Because

Because you come to me with nothing but love,
And hold my hand and lift my eyes above
A wider world of hope and joy I see,
Because you come to me.

Because you speak to me in a voice so sweet,
I find the flowers waking around my feet,
And I am led to tears you see
Because you speak to me.

Because the Lord made you mine,
I'll cherish thee,
Through all time to be;
And pray he will make our love devine,
Because he made you mine.

~Angie~