Sweet Words
Your sweet words fill my ears.
Your sweet words fill my heart.
Your sweet words bring my world back around, a fine place to start.
Your sweet words make my soul sing.
Your sweet words make me sigh.
Your sweet words make me think of nothing else but you and I.
dumplin commented on Sweet Words
10-22-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Sweet Words | 1 | 10/22/2009 |
| You | 1 | 10/22/2009 |
| My Warrior | 1 | 10/22/2009 |
| Wondering | 1 | 10/22/2009 |
| Enigma | 5 | 07/23/2009 |
| Unfit | 7 | 08/09/2009 |
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