Sometimes at night,
When I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you,
And then ask myself "why?"
"Why do I love you?"
I think and smile,
Because I know,
The list could run on for a mile.
The whisper of your voice,
The warmth of your touch,
So many little things,
Make me love you so much.
The way you support me,
Even my silly notions,
The way that you care,
And show such devotion.
The way that your kiss,
Fills me with desire,
And how you hold me,
With the warmth of a fire.
The way your eyes shine,
When you look at me,
Lost with you forever,
Is where i want to be.
The way that I feel,
When you are by my side,
A sense of completion,
And overflowing pride.
The dreams that I dream,
That all involve you,
The possibilities that I see,
The things that we can do.
How you finish the puzzle,
That lies inside my heart,
How deep in my soul,
You are a very important part.
I could go on for days,
Telling of what I feel,
But all you really must know is...
My love for you is real.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Shattered Hope
I look fine to you who see me
seems as though all is well
care not, do I, what you may think
always doing my own thing
I try to be a good man
to do that which is right
I try to live as Christ the Lord
to be a shining light
I know I fail in many ways
though succeed I do as well
at times I am that bright light
but at others it's hard to tell
it seemed things were alright
that you and I were fine
we talked at every day's end
but I was walking a thin line
one day I dared to ask
to see just what you thought
and great was the pain
when truth was what I sought
though things had seemed so good
so close to you I felt
you see me as a bad person
and to my knees I knelt
how could this be
that you see me in such a way
I know that I am imperfect
but a bad person, you say
shattered were all my hopes
all the dreams of what could be
a future of love between us
forever sealed to fantasy
and so I pretend I'm well
though in truth I'm really not
I pretend I'm fine for your sake
and I hide the pain I bought
seems as though all is well
but what you see is not the truth
and I've a short story to tell
and I've a short story to tell
care not, do I, what you may think
always doing my own thing
but one person's thought does matter
her approval makes me sing
her approval makes me sing
I try to be a good man
to do that which is right
I try to live as Christ the Lord
to be a shining light
I know I fail in many ways
though succeed I do as well
at times I am that bright light
but at others it's hard to tell
it seemed things were alright
that you and I were fine
we talked at every day's end
but I was walking a thin line
one day I dared to ask
to see just what you thought
and great was the pain
when truth was what I sought
though things had seemed so good
so close to you I felt
you see me as a bad person
and to my knees I knelt
how could this be
that you see me in such a way
I know that I am imperfect
but a bad person, you say
shattered were all my hopes
all the dreams of what could be
a future of love between us
forever sealed to fantasy
and so I pretend I'm well
though in truth I'm really not
I pretend I'm fine for your sake
and I hide the pain I bought
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