Before I go,
I leave with you my heart,
all the words that flowed from inside
the story that of you and I
Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Before I go,
I leave with you my heart,
all the words that flowed from inside
the story that of you and I
...it's been said " Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" or a moment in time. One chapter ...because no one gets the whole book. Sighs.
How many tears have fallen?
I lost count so very long ago,
Time took control but the
memories never quite fade.
I mastered screaming in silence
shouts only the heart can hear,
no words from my lips
only the want of one kiss.
Thoughts of you
stir something deep within my mind.
and there I go once more screaming
in s silence patterned to the ache
that still resides.
Like a movie on replay
on a dark and dreary day,
the love that brought us
together forever remains,
I know this feeling,
almost like a dream,
awakens the spirit
teaches the soul to sing.
Crosses the mountains
taking barriers down,
to reach on out and
feel more than your hand.
Call it whatever you want
but I know the difference
of a gift of love sent from
the heavens above.
Gives me a reason
to wake in the morn,
and see what the day
will have in store.
Gaze out the window
as the snow falls in place
knowing your love
puts a smile on my face.
I know the feeling
that draws two as one,
a special connection
of a forever love.
My Gift To You ... Merry Christmas!