| Touching My Heart
Whisper sweet things into my ear, Tell me things with multitudes of meaning, That makes me feel so good, Which can send chills down my back. Run your fingers through my hair, Slowly so that it feels so right, With passion of kind hearted love, That makes me tingle from within. Challenge my mind every single day, With your wisdom of soul, To make me feel that you want me, So that I may want more from you. Tell me things that will make me laugh, So that I can show you a good time, With cuteness that extends from the heart, That allows me to be a part of you. Donald E. Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
| True Love
You touch my soul with your spoken words, Allowing me to see that you are for me, Chances are that you come from afar, Beckoning to my every thought I see. Yet you are there when I need you, Setting forth challenges before my eye, Holding my hand when I need you, Speaking in a language without a sigh. Behold the many wonders that you present, Not asking for anything in return, So that I may offer you a present, And ask you to stay in turn. With the touch that you have given, Makes it possible for me to be settled, With honors that are to be driven, And memeories that are not pedaled. Donald Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
| Wanting To Be Loved
Look down into the dark black void, And see what your mind sets forth, A mystery appears in the shape of a druid, See if you can find your worth. Constantly changing the shape of the map, Letting trouble constantly fall before you, Always needing the comfort of ones lap, Bringing them down in sets of two. No light can even penetrate the black, Needing the tendernous of ones heart, You bring out a picture from the sack, Gazing into their eyes as you fall apart. Watching out for the day of their return, You pray that your heart doesn't burn, For the sounds of your loved ones charm, That they need the scent of their warmth, To sing a song of a boy, And bring peace with much joy. Donald Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
| What Dreams May Bring
Flashing signs of many thoughts, Going through my head, As the time of day approaches to a close, Showing whatever appears. Thus closure comes and goes, Leaving difficult times abroad, Having many twists and turns, Lighting the way through the dark. What ever may come from each and every sign, Could allow moments of sadness or joy, Shall come without a single whisper, Then comes to a close with a bang. Donald E Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
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