My Heart
As day goes by I wait for you...Time doesn't stand stll only my heart.
I feel you near every morning,afternoon and night
And I wonder or you there or are you still in my heart...
Are you closer then I imagine ever before have you came to be real
Then again you maybe still in my dreams.
I know you there close that I can reach out and touch you
That one woman that can make all my sad days bright and my lonely night right...
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Stumble and Fall | 0 | 05/25/2011 |
| Your Heart | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
| Battlefield | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
| Thoughts of you | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
| At The Lake | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
| Music | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
| My Heart | 0 | 09/28/2010 |
| Deep Inside | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| I am the One Who | 0 | 01/06/2009 |
| Volume | 1 | 12/08/2008 |
| The Heart of 1 Stud | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| MY FUTURE QUEEN | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| LADY | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| ESSENCE | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| BREATHE | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
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