| Page 96 The Poetry of Terri Lyn Stanfield |
| Ever True I hole you close I need you near Slay my dragons And soothe my fears Your strength is mine Your love, my rock I so treasure What we have got You're all to me I love you so It's such a gift For me to know Your love for me Is just so true You make that plain In all you do When thunder rolls You hold me tight Whisper to me That it's all right When you come home So beaten down I hold you near Erase your frown I don't worry When we're apart I know that you Won't break my heart Though many try To turn your head Your heart is true And so, instead Of wasting time With jealousy I revel in Your love for me You complete me As I do you Our love is real And ever true Terri Lyn Stanfield 1/4/2002 |
| One Look You just look at me And my heart starts to pound You don't have to say a word My breath catches in my throat And I am filled with wanting As you slowly walk toward me I feel as if my legs will no longer support my weight And when you touch me The feelings that run through me make me weak When you take me in your arms I begin my ascent to heaven Together we climb the heights And when I reach that place that only you can take me to I look deep into your eyes And it starts all over again Terri Lyn Stanfield 12/17/2001 |
| Killer Cuisine I try to eat right I really do But my will power Keeps falling through My mama's cooking Just calls to me But this has to stop There has to be Some kind of vaccine That I could get To make me immune Something to whet My ability to Just say no To all those dishes That I love so Her Southern cooking Should be a sin It's beyond compare I just can't win The smells, delicious The taste, sublime From home made dressing To pecan pie I shouldn't eat it My doc says so And it's no secret My mama knows But she keeps cooking Same as always And though it tastes good It's me that pays My blood pressure's up The pills don't help And I am slowly killing myself I have got to stop Some way, some how No more excuses I must start now Terri Lyn Stanfield 12/6/2001 |
| Psychopath I feel the blood rushing through my veins Anticipation has me on edge Jumping at noises in the night Listening for just the right one Eager for a confrontation Knowing one is shortly forthcoming I stand hear in this darkened alley Awaiting that one unknowing soul That solitary set of footsteps That foolish person out all alone And when that sweet sound comes to my ears I will pounce on my prey for tonight Their fear feeding my hunger Giving me a high that no drug can Their pain will be my pleasure Their pleas for mercy music to my ears And as they screams turn into whimpers I will slink back into the darkness The beast inside me sated�.for now Terri Lyn Stanfield 12/6/2001 |