Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Loving you is something that comes easy,
Like walking in the sunshine to a song,
Like being in a place where you belong,
Like finding reasons when you know you're ready.
Nor do I care that working days are dreary,
The pay's a pittance and the hours are long.
Knowing that you love me keeps me strong,
The light within that lets me see life clearly.
Why is love the music of our meaning,
The lilt that makes our labor worth our living,
The loveliness no platitude can bear?
In you I have a harvest past all gleaning,
A gift arrested in the act of giving,
A moment of delight that's always there.
Like walking in the sunshine to a song,
Like being in a place where you belong,
Like finding reasons when you know you're ready.
Nor do I care that working days are dreary,
The pay's a pittance and the hours are long.
Knowing that you love me keeps me strong,
The light within that lets me see life clearly.
Why is love the music of our meaning,
The lilt that makes our labor worth our living,
The loveliness no platitude can bear?
In you I have a harvest past all gleaning,
A gift arrested in the act of giving,
A moment of delight that's always there.
April 4, 2009 1:03 PM �
hey your poem is great,thanks got your commeny.
Epitome of beauty!
April 14, 2009 4:30 AM �
nice poem...
knowing datz u love me keeps me strong >>> gud line n very true! love if it is true could be one's strength n if it is just an illusion it comes out as your weakness.
May 15, 2009 11:48 AM �
yeah thanx both of you.......
Want to see ya again .....
be my reader.....
May 15, 2009 11:48 AM �
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