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| MANDIE JANE Mandie_Jane@hotmail.com IF I LOVE YOU If I tell you that I love you, will you frown, And turn away as if it's quite absurd? Or, playing safe, pretend you haven't heard, And leave my doubts unanswered while I drown In those uncertainties that drag me down? Or will your eyes burn brighter at the word, And, some sweet sharpened senses, strangely stirred, Hold out to me love's sceptre and its crown? But, if I tell you that I love you, it may be That, struggling for words so hard to phrase, You'll gather courage from my longing gaze And new-found fervour from my fingertips, And answer that you love me you love me, And I, to thank them, kiss your lovely lips DOESN'T BELONG TO ME! he's everything I've dreamed of he's warm, caring, sensitive he love to laugh and share all his Problems, stories, jokes with me. We laugh together, talk together. he's understanding, generous he's perfect in my eyes But of all the things he has one flaw... HE DOESN'T BELONG TO ME! FOREVER Alone beneath a night display meant only for two to share, I gasped as his beauty filled my eyes. Born in golden shew, he rose so softly and with Tender power scattered emotions across the darkness of the sky. Slowly, his amber light transformed into the brightness of All that is pure and to be desired. Two and two his subjects lay molded in perfect union. Encouraged and submitted are each of his admirers. On higher still he rose till night became as day, Demanding lovers share with the ecstacy they crave; And as he slips past restful souls, he reacshes down to those below, Caressing and possessing, keeping vows made till the grave. He knows I sit alone and view the joys of those Whom love has found and bound together. He knows my heart, my life, my soul; so with a sigh He grants my wish to wait for you - forever. SOONER OR LATER the one I love does not love me but sooner or later ill make him see I don't know how I don't know why but I sit in my room and sulk and cry the one I love does not live me but sooner or later I'll make him see TO MUCH TO ASK Is it too much to ask? Is all that comes to mind. Too much to long for you? Too much. I float above my thoughts. like a feather in a dying wind, they descend to you. Stranger I know far too little, and think far too much. by mandie |
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