Evening poem to a beloved
Waiting to be with you as gloved...
1,2..in my head it is you.
Put my heart together with fake elmer's glue...
I don't quite know exactly who you are,
And yet I see you daily passing by...
My head is swimming with the smell of your essence
It's drowning me under its heavy wave...
Her eyes so bright, the darkness they don't know;
Her face so fair as snow that falls in night...
Shangri la Shangri-La
My earthly Bella vista...
I have been in love for a long time,
feeling our life is spiced with thyme...
Our eyes have yet to meet, so the sun has yet to...
I've yet to hear your voice, and the birds refuse...
Wish I was the sun warming you
Wish I was the wind gently stroking you...
I need 2 know...
is dis love or obsession...
My first thought in the morning the last at night...
You...
I wonder...