poetry

Dinsdag 12 april 2005

Questions.

Should tears taste sweet instaed of salty,
would we cry more?

Should love be more rewarding, instead of dissapointing,
would we love more?

Should growing old be more pleasant,
would we live longer?

Should we love our children less,
would they become better people?

Should we not ask so many questions,
would we live longer?

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Maandag 11 april 2005

Golden Boy.

My grandson, my golden boy.
Once upon a time he was my pride and joy.

The bearer of my name,
maybe destined to greater fame.

When he sees me, his angel face gets clouded,
his beautiful eyes become shrouded.

What evil deed have I performed?
To be looked upon as a devil scorned.

What's going on in his little mind?
That makes him prefer strangers, instead of his own kind.

Written in a moment of despair, by a loving grandfather.

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Maandag 11 april 2005

Knowing.

Stealing each others breath away,
gazing into each other's eyes.

Knowing very well, that without one another,
this dreadful feeling of incompleteness never dies.

This feeling called love forever,
is it a blessing or a dangerous endeavour.

I guess we'll never know,
maybe, just maybe we'll have to undergo.

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Zondag 10 april 2005

Remember.

Do you remember the touch of my hand,
on our journey to the promised land.

Although we never got asfar,
we stood still and kissed under many a star.

Do you remember the touch of my lips,
the swaying of our hips.

Do you remember still,the mating of our souls,
of which they say, it will last forever and a day.

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Zaterdag 9 april 2005

Promise

When spring is still a promise,
and trees are bare.

When morning light is like a tender kiss,
and o so very spare.

When edged on the window panes,beautiful white roses look at you with their frozen stare.

When your eyelids flutter in a steady rythm, your soul aloft to countries rare.

That's the moment my lovely, I want to take you in my tender care, and you, you are completely unaware.

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