There are those in this life that seem to have it all,they are good looking, rich beyond belief,and tall.Fly around in private jets to anywhere they wishand dine in the fanciest places on a neuvo dish.There are others whose life is not quite as good,they do not live in a private gated neighborhood,but still they have a life that better than somethey have money saved for what might come, jacuzzi and buy a new car every other year,about the future they really do not have fear.Still they want what the others have and flaunttheir dreams and judgment it seems to haunt.Me, I work and work and hardly have a thingbut each day I love life and my heart can sing.There are some that will try to take even thatnot thinking of others,being selfish like a bratbut most of them all have far more than me.I definitely don't have all that money of theirsnor the worry about plotting friends and heirs.I may have no expensive house or luxury carbut I will always know who my true friends are.So I will accept the not having all those thingsand will face this life and what ever it bringsI am a poor man who has a much better lifewith a great friends and a loving faithful wife.
The poem of the day, dear lady.I often just sit and wonder"what do you see in me?"how could even a friendship with such an angel be?What is it that you seem to sense that others do feel?It overwhelms to the point that i wonder if you're real.Will I awaken in the morning to find myself all alone,crying my heart out over where and why you've gone?Or has fate finally smile on me for being a good manand sent to me an angel that will love and understan'?I guess the future will show what happens and how,I am going to relish life and love in the here and now.All say that you are an angel standing here with mebut when I look in the mirror I wonder what you see.
Here is my daily poem, dear lady.You walk among the clouds, here within my mindI know that anytime I wish it is there that i will findyou in all your exquisite beauty and charming gracelovely image of wind strewn hair across your face.The sunlight softly casting shadows on your formand highlight the outline of your lips soft and warmI can see it as it reflects across your glistening hair a picture of feminine perfection always standing there.Such beauty no man could even hope to ever possesbut will always wish to keep, to hold, and to caressHeaven can make miracles and wonders it is trueand now I know the devil can make true beauty too.
I wish that I could find the words to show you how I feelthe right ones to let you see those feelings are so realI know that to one as lovely as yourself others have liedand can not imagine all the pick-up lines they have tried.I know they have because of your beauty made you preyand so you are hesitant to believe the words that I say.I know that they are only words, not as powerful as deedswhile I will be there to try to fill all your wants and needsit takes time for it to show through deeds that I am true.It scares me that someone else will find the words for you.I am more than willing to take the time so that you seethat all I want from you is love throughout all enternity,but the thought that someone will find the words insteadcauses my heart to break and feels me with such dread.Does it require that I rip my beating heart out of my chestand lay it there at your feet to as it starts it's final restas it beats it's final beat and as I slowly die for only youwould you then know that one had loved you so true?
I let loose the halters as we clear the gatethey take off as if they are already very latekicking up their heels they jump and runtearing through the pasture having fun.They rip and tear around the whole fenceand then they slow so it can commenceThey drop their heads and sniff the groundthen for a little bit they just spin aroundSee their weakening in their strong kneesand then they lower themselves with easethey lay down and rock for a bit to and froall of the sudden a big rock, over they goThey roll to one side and then back againeven when it starts to becomes a strainwhen they tire it's back up to their feetthen they finds soft sweet grass to eatIt is always such a happy treat to seeat least I must admit that it is for meI hope that someday you will see it tooand that it will be a great thrill for you.
I would whisper into you ear like the softest summer breezegentle words that confess my love to set your heart at easewould touch in a loving way that would my true heart revealand melt away the worries as you melt from my soft feelWould give you all that I have to give and wish to give moreto let you know that you are loved as you never were beforeLift you to new hiehgts of ecstasy as we made love growand gladly wear it in my big smile to the whole world showI will cheerfully give you time and freely give my very heartfeel the loneliness each and every time that we are far apartRejoice when once again I can hold you in my loving armsand allow myself to be seduced by your exquisite charmsBe so proud and happy to have you always there with meand count my blessings as each day I awoke you to seeall of this I would freely and happily do for no one but theeif you will stay and want to do these same things for me
Rather than life truly embracingmany spend all of their life chasingalways in pursuit of sexual pleasureor decadence even in their leisureLet not the season wain in wantnor let loneliness tease and tauntwhen we could perhaps with talkand maybe a pleasant spring walkor just with chats if you'd drutherfind the one we seek in the otherand enjoy the sensual joy of livingnot just in getting but also givingthe real pleasures in life are freethey are given by others to theea smile, a hug, even a single kisscan bring about exquisite blisswhen it comes from that oneyou want there 'til life is done
