As our eyes met across the Smokey room,
the evening was alive an destined to bloom...

Nothing can ever compare,
your blue eyes your body and your blonde long...

Thinking of all the happy years,
brings laughter an occasional tears...

Years ave gone by and you're still no1 in our...
we think of you as our day starts...

Poetry is told from within,
never clear to begin...

Why is it everyone is out for themself,
all peep care about is there wealth...

Soulmates are like pots of treasure,
to seek and find with no pressure...

The Band of Gold is so bright,
on the finger it sits so right...

Why tell your secrets then follow them with lies,
you created drama but you will deny...

Poems are expressed from the inner soul,
Of life changing events an the final goal...

I often wonder of the what ifs,
tantrums moods an your tiffs...

Why is it the world is so greedy,
adults showing kids to not help the needy...