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My PrayerTo You my Lord I give this prayer
Which I hold with utmost care.
My future husband do I bring
To the throne of You my King.
To You my Lord I give this prayer.
A righteous man who seeks your face.
A caring man with a warm embrace.
A gentle man who harbors a kind soul.
Let him be a man of integrity.
Let him know to take responsibility.
That's what I want in the man for me.
A man who will love me with his whole heart
But will never place me above Your part.
In cwhich I'll do the same with him.
He will help me grow in You
And I'll help him do it too.
By his side will I stay.
Looks don't matter much to me
As long as in his eyes it's You i see.
But lastly Lord I want him to be
The man of God You've made for me.
A FriendA friend is always there
No matter what you do.
They stick to your side
And take care of you.
A friend will keep a secret
Unless it will hurt you bad.
They always remember good times,
But they can't forget the bad.
A friend will hold you up
When you think you're gonna fall.
They watch your back from evil
While they watch you all in all.
A friend will never leave you
No matter where they go.
They may just say "Goodbye for now"
But they're still with you forevermore.
The KissOn that bright fall day
Our eyes locked
From across the room.
His showed compassion.
As for mine,
Fear and wanting showed.
Then he smiled at me;
I smiled back.
Our fate was sealed that day.
A year had passed by
Since we'd met
Until our first date.
We started with lunch
Then a dance.
Soon dating was gone.
It was at our door.
He went on his knee
With the ring.
I answered with yes.
Now six months later,
Dressed in white,
I wait to walk down.
My dear, loving dad
walks me there.
I hear him crying.
My future husband
Looks at me.
He sees me and smiles.
The wedding goes well.
Now the vows.
We both say, "I do."
"I now pronounce you
Man and wife,"
The preacher tells us.
Together we smile
When he says,
"You may kiss the bride."
He leans into me
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
The Finest RomanceThy love lives inside of me like a component,
We’re so much alike like exponents,
We did not buy our love, we own it,
I caught you in my catcher’s mitt,
Thy embrace is so tight I have to admit,
But not one I’ll ever omit,
Hopefully the only love I’ll ever have to submit,
For you will be with me forever, so our love, I’ll never forget!
If you’re the ship than I’m the captain who always goes down with thee,
For the day we get married I won’t get cold feet and flee,
For thy art the reason I am able to get down on one knee,
The only one who will hear my plea,
When I ask thou to marry me,
Thine face will light up like the sun hitting the sea,
You know I am honest and sincere, not make believe,
I grew up a long time ago, I’m not a boy who likes to tease,
Because you’re the only woman I want to see!
I hold you with ease,
Give you all of my company,
For you and I together is why I invest my time,
For with thee, I have papers to sign,
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
You know the wordsWhen the written word just isn't enough
What do I do?
This piece of me is crying, screaming
I can't move, I can't breathe
It slams into me when I least expect it
And it brings me down
I'm a pile of red stained glass from the blown-out window, buried just below the topsoil
Wipe of the soot, and there I am
But careful, I am sharp
Please don't let our reds mix.
The written words just aren't enough
And I'm pining for a touch
Not the written ones displayed on this seven inch rectangle of glass
And circuitry, and electricity.
I need the spoken word
The final blows
The nails to the coffin that resides inside my chest
Seal it with a voice
And I will be free.
My love, my desireMy love,
the reason that I thrive.
mean nothing when you are by my side.
is turned upside down and grows still.
their rhythm flowing into one.
the reason that I live.
everything I do is for you.
My heart's pride and joy,
my soul's very core,
it is you only I adore.
Steal you (Blissful Heavens)I don't want the blissful heavens to come
and steal you a way from me. Without you
the air to my lungs don't fill in the
spaces flowers use to grow when you touched
my heart; the acid tears that come rolling
down these cheeks of mines won't have your
benign fingers to wipe away.
Those hazel eyes of yours was a destiny
the stars never had plan upon meeting
my brown eyes furthering meeting my broken,
bend soul that hiding from the pain it
numbed a lot time ago.
My Love For YouMy Love for You
I once longed to meet you,
To finally get the courage to say a word.
My lips part and I say that word.
Now I have met you.
I once longed to know you,
To know you heart and dreams.
To know the way you longed for me too.
Now I know you.
I once longed to hear your voice,
You voice which calms me so.
The soft whisper of a secret wish.
Now I hear your voice.
I once longed for your touch,
The sweet, soft warmth of your hands,
The silent thought of romance.
Now I feel your touch.
I once longed for you,
To meet you and know you,
To hear you and feel you.
Now I have you.
Just one more dance,
Just one more song.
This time I won't let go,
This time I won't let go.
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