i am a huge romantic, and i love to write poetry.
some people have said i write it very well,
id like to hear what you think about a few of them.
this one is short and sweet,
"Sands of love"
Sometimes I can feel the breeze in my hair, and the warmth on my face, and I can look at the ocean yet I can never see the end of it, like its beauty is everlasting, one could never reach its end, the soft white sand under my feet, and I sit upon the beach until the noon day and watch the sun come down and create a majesty of beauty shining into the heavens and turning the ocean into colors I’ve never seen before, the darkness grows but it embraces you, and it is lovely. There is no place id rather be....
But I know that I am not on the beach, and sometimes I think I am, but really, I know I’m just sitting here with you.
this one is classy, but a little longer.
“Midnight In Manhattan”
The moon has risen over the quiet little dimly lit park in Manhattan,
the springs continue to give a pitter patter of water upon the grass,
the suns light is given to you by the maturely white moon,
as the light falls upon the grass,
your walk is made a gallant show of little stars under your feet,
the softly wet drops of water seem to reflect the beauty of the canvas painted so perfectly above you,
the stars create an atmosphere of silent wonders,
you seem to hear the soft music of a instrument in the dark,
maybe someone that cant sleep,
or maybe romance is playing one for you tonight,
the world of gentlemen and ladies is hidden for only the most refined,
it is a quiet theatre of true romantic love.
You both sit quietly upon the marble bench in the dimly lit park,
the light of falling water and stars,
kindly hiding you in the dimness for only your loved one to see,
as she lays in your arms and watches the theatre of stars,
you whisper the sweet nothings that she loves so dearly,
your strong arms holding safe her soft beauty,
a warm light and content settles inside your soul,
your hands running softly through her hair,
and feeling the silky smooth touch of her skin,
no passionate love making,
no strong kiss,
just laying there together in the music of the night lit park,
watching the theatre of stars,
as they blanket the dark silhouettes of the tall buildings,
it seems as if the world is watching,
in this crowded and busy place,
but you know the night is caring for you,
hiding you safely for only your loved one to see.
it is midnight In Manhattan.
some people have said i write it very well,
id like to hear what you think about a few of them.
this one is short and sweet,
"Sands of love"
Sometimes I can feel the breeze in my hair, and the warmth on my face, and I can look at the ocean yet I can never see the end of it, like its beauty is everlasting, one could never reach its end, the soft white sand under my feet, and I sit upon the beach until the noon day and watch the sun come down and create a majesty of beauty shining into the heavens and turning the ocean into colors I’ve never seen before, the darkness grows but it embraces you, and it is lovely. There is no place id rather be....
But I know that I am not on the beach, and sometimes I think I am, but really, I know I’m just sitting here with you.
this one is classy, but a little longer.
“Midnight In Manhattan”
The moon has risen over the quiet little dimly lit park in Manhattan,
the springs continue to give a pitter patter of water upon the grass,
the suns light is given to you by the maturely white moon,
as the light falls upon the grass,
your walk is made a gallant show of little stars under your feet,
the softly wet drops of water seem to reflect the beauty of the canvas painted so perfectly above you,
the stars create an atmosphere of silent wonders,
you seem to hear the soft music of a instrument in the dark,
maybe someone that cant sleep,
or maybe romance is playing one for you tonight,
the world of gentlemen and ladies is hidden for only the most refined,
it is a quiet theatre of true romantic love.
You both sit quietly upon the marble bench in the dimly lit park,
the light of falling water and stars,
kindly hiding you in the dimness for only your loved one to see,
as she lays in your arms and watches the theatre of stars,
you whisper the sweet nothings that she loves so dearly,
your strong arms holding safe her soft beauty,
a warm light and content settles inside your soul,
your hands running softly through her hair,
and feeling the silky smooth touch of her skin,
no passionate love making,
no strong kiss,
just laying there together in the music of the night lit park,
watching the theatre of stars,
as they blanket the dark silhouettes of the tall buildings,
it seems as if the world is watching,
in this crowded and busy place,
but you know the night is caring for you,
hiding you safely for only your loved one to see.
it is midnight In Manhattan.
