Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, October 07, 2013

Our Own Special Love

It is not of the tongue these words I speak,
from the heart came the love our souls needs.
Shared in the heavens above  we dance
to the song of our own special love.

Rare to find and seldom we see,
it's bases not on wants or earthly
needs. This magic that took me
by surprise holds me both
 day and night.

Nothing above us nor below
we are dancing on clouds as
our love grows. The embrace
tightens each night and day as
we journey through life as
if each was the first of May.

It is not of the tongue these words I speak,
from the heart came the love our souls needs.
Shared in the heavens above we dance
to the song of our own special love.




In your arms is where I
want to be, in my heart
the start of eternity.

I find myself  lying here
half awake as I daydream
that we rule the hands of
fate.

I am singing a little off key,
but the words are pure and
simple as can be.


~





The stream rising,
a flood in sight,
in the path of destruction ,
I still see a light.

Like the rise of the sun
on a spring like day,
your love warms my heart
in the most wonderful way.


~
My heart believes,
it never lets go,
living on dreams
fills the needs of
my soul.


Brings you close to me
to hold each night
and there I wake up
in a shiver of delight.

My heart believes,
it never lets go,
living on dreams
fills the needs of
my soul.

I saw the flame cinder
create and then your
smile a path by fate.

My heart believes,
it never lets go,
living on dreams
fills the needs of
my soul.






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