POETRY FROM THE NINETIES - 7
pieces
Dedication
How Long
I Gave My Heart To You
Ma and Pa
Moments of Joy
Rainstorms
When Shall We Meet Again
I know I will return
But when, I do not know
While we've been apart
My love for you did grow.
Your feelings I can't read
Your heart I cannot see
Yet nights, when I'm asleep
I feel your heart beat for me.
But let patience have her perfect work
Let it control our heart and soul
For the pain which we endure
Will surely make us whole.
When shall it be that we meet again
Will the sun be full or will it rain.
If the stars aren't shining and there is no moon
It wouldn't matter, if we'd meet soon.
How my heart longs to know, "When will we meet again".
Sometimes it aches, to know that I had to go
E'en before I told that I love you so.
And my heart doth pine forever with you to be
Yet will we only meet, in that great eternity?
How my heart longs to know, "When will we meet again".
I miss you more and more each day
Now you're across the land, so far away
Even now I'm delighted whenever you call
To lean against you, I can never fall.
My Parents
All thanks and adoration belong to you
For the things you’ve done for us,
Nobody else can do.
With love and care you both nurtured me,
So that the truth,
I could plainly see.
And also the fact that you kept your word;
Of the vow you made, the day
You brought us before
the Lord.
For the example shown that love can last forever,
That vows made to God,
Were meant to be
broken, never.
We thank you both, with our hearts and souls
That you could have kept us,
Away from Satan’s
holds.
I gave my heart to you
You gave your heart to me.
The winter brought in cold
But you gave warmth to me.
Although the days were gray
And everyone felt blue;
You never murmured once
But made my dreams come true.
The sun shines bright by day
But disappears at night;
And yet you are always
So radiant and bright.
On a deep night we yearn
For the stars in the skies,
Yet they cannot compare
With your beautiful eyes.
Much rain has lately blessed the earth
Relieved us from a time of dearth.
It comes for some a time of trial
When water river banks defile.
We too have had our days of joy
Which covered sadness from before.
The future needs strength to employ
So that our love lasts evermore.
She saw me writing and asked: 'wha-cho-doin'
'Writing' said I. She climbed up onto my lap
She sees the pencil in my mouth, says 'Wha-cho-chewin'
'Not chewing' said I, 'Trying to use my thinking cap.'
She tickles my cheek with a butterfly kiss.
I ask for a hug, she says 'Can't - must go and play'
Softly I smile and begin to reminisce
She'll come back when I start writing my essay.
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