Heart Song
Happiness comes sneaking up
behind me and then grabs me.
Picks me up and turns me round,
tosses and then grounds me.
From where did this emotion come?
How did this love arrive?
You came into my life, my sweet,
I feel I will survive
all the trials, all the pain,
this life chooses to give.
For in your eyes I see myself,
and in my heart you'll live.....
strawb3rry14 commented on Heart Song
10-14-2009
BDIsernhagen commented on Heart Song
06-05-2009
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Hope | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| Wonder or Whole Wheat | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| White Sands | 3 | 07/03/2009 |
| Success | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Piece of Me | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Breath | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Love Creates | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| When I Grow Up | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| Heart Song | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Energy of Life | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Whispers | 5 | 06/01/2009 |
| Reflections | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
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