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"Songs of passion......". Songs of Passion There are songs that I should sing, Songs of love There are words that I should say, Words of love. There are touches that I should show you and feelings that need to know you, And songs of passion to sing. There are days that should be filled with resuming dreams and words and feelings and it seems... the time to be together , is now. Now while the feeling is new, Now, while each touch rekindles emotions that excite me, and provide me with .... Songs of passion to sing. Summer Dies Amidst the long and lazy days how could I visualize petals falling from roses bloom? Too soon my summer dies. I feel the crisp cool morning breeze that's come to take the prize, replacing warmth of summer sun as tears fall from my eyes. How quickly brilliant colors fade I learn to realize. I'm holding on. Please don't be gone, and yet, my summer dies. The love we shared was endless but beyond the summer lies another day that's yet to come after summer dies. ~~~~~~~~ But the Feeling... The feeling... I can't find the feeling! I know I loved him and never stopped. I know it was wonderful, but sometimes not. I know the passion was intense touching my every sense. I know there was joy and then he was gone. I remember it hurt when he left me alone. But the feeling... I can't find the feeling! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . . . One Rose.......... One Rose He held my face with gentle hands and lifted my lips to his ~~~~~~ And I remember feeling safe and I remember love.. ~~~~~~~ He touched me with a loving hand like softly flowing prose, this burly man so tender when he sent me one red rose. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you enjoyed some of my poetry. **Hey babe...It's me Jenny** Jenny's Index Remember...We may be seniors, but we are sexy and we've only just begun! **** be kind... be honest... no one deserves abuse. Email greatly appreciated. ©vrd.8/22/98
Songs of Passion
There are songs that I should sing,
Songs of love
There are words that I should say,
Words of love.
There are touches that I should show you
and feelings that need to know you,
And songs of passion to sing.
There are days that should be filled
with resuming dreams
and words and feelings
and it seems...
the time to be together , is now.
Now while the feeling is new,
Now, while each touch rekindles
emotions
that excite me,
and provide me
with ....
Songs of passion to sing.
Summer Dies
Amidst the long and lazy days
how could I visualize
petals falling from roses bloom?
Too soon my summer dies.
I feel the crisp cool morning breeze
that's come to take the prize,
replacing warmth of summer sun
as tears fall from my eyes.
How quickly brilliant colors fade
I learn to realize.
I'm holding on.
Please don't be gone,
and yet,
my summer dies.
The love we shared was endless
but beyond the summer
lies another day
that's yet to come
after summer dies.
~~~~~~~~
But the Feeling...
The feeling...
I can't find the feeling!
I know I loved him
and never stopped.
I know it was wonderful,
but sometimes not.
I know the passion was intense
touching my every sense.
I know there was joy
and then he was gone.
I remember it hurt
when he left me alone.
But the feeling...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
.
One Rose..........
One Rose
He held my face
with gentle hands
and lifted my lips to his
~~~~~~
And I remember feeling safe
and I remember love..
~~~~~~~
He touched me
with a loving hand
like softly flowing prose,
this burly man
so tender when
he sent me
one red rose.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hope you enjoyed some of my poetry.
**Hey babe...It's me Jenny**
Jenny's Index
Remember...We may be seniors, but we are sexy
and
we've only just begun!
****
be kind... be honest... no one deserves abuse.
Email greatly appreciated.
©vrd.8/22/98
