| Page 54 The Poems of Terri Lyn Stanfield |
| Still Breathless As I watch you walk towards me I fall in love with you again The way you move, the look in your eyes The knowledge that it's all for me Though many year's have come and gone You still leave me breathless with desire Just the sight of you causes my pulse to race The merest touch sets my heart on fire And I burn for more, which you gladly give And once more we scale the heights to ecstasy Until we two, become one being All of these thoughts flit through my mind As I watch you draw nearer to me I rise to meet you, and my thoughts become reality |
| Hot.....Not! You think you're really hot And many would agreee But I see right through you I'm immune, you see I know your type so well Been there and done that I wasn't that impressed Though from where I'm at You're looking really good And you know it, too But good looks are skin deep I'm not fooled by you I know what you're after But don't look to me I learned my lesson well You like what you see? Well, look all you want to But don't dare to touch I did not invite you And you're out of luck You don't tempt me at all You're so transparent Shallow and self centered Callous, uncaring You think that you're all that Not to me, you're not So go find some young thing Who will think you're hot |
| Destiny Has Found Us It happened in an instant I was taken by surprise You captured me forever With one look from your sweet eyes T'was just a glance in passing Two lone strangers in a crowd Though not a word was spoken The feelings were clear and loud Yes, destiny has found us And made its intentions clear Though it was unexpected I know where we go from here Love may have been at first sight A big surprise to us both But it couldn't be more real And I give to you this oath Each day it will grow stronger And you never will regret The day two complete strangers Fell so much in love, and met |
| The Maestro With the turn of a phrase Or a word placed just so I pluck at your heart strings As their melodic flow Permeates your being And their song fills your heart You feel the emotion As the concerto starts First pianissimo So soft, and so haunting Then comes the crescendo So fierce, and so daunting The words take you to heights To the darkest nadir Perhaps fill you with joy Or feed your deepest fears At the culmination The last decrescendo I bring you back safely For I am the maestro |
| Copyright � 7/26/2001Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| Copyright � 7/26/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| Copyright � 7/28/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
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