Our Love by paula jeffreys

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Our Love by paula jeffreys
3.3 (66.67%) 6 votes

A look that strikes right to my heart,

It’s love’s true form, right from the start

A twinkle starts and spreads It’s wings

It travels up, It also brings

A smile, response, an answering gaze,

It’s love returned, a tender face.

I gaze back at him, I feel the glow

This man I love, I only know.

His love no other, he reaches to me

I go to him, no words unspoken.

A gentle touch, an endless moment,

a fire is lit, the embers growing,

The flames are glowing, the fire’s within

are reaching upwards, pulling in.

We join together, we fuse, embrace,

Our love exploding, Our heaven, our place.

She’s the Only Queen for this King

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She’s the Only Queen for this King
4.2 (84%) 5 votes

She’s my heart, mind and soul.
Cherishing those days of going to the beach for a stroll.
Everything she does make those butterflies soar.
I will love her until the day, I’m no more.

She’s my heart, mind and soul.
Every day without her tends to take a toll.
Her eyes twinkle as they lock on mine.
The shiver of her beauty runs up my spine.

She’s my heart, mind and soul.
Making her bright smile unveil itself is my only goal.
She blushes as I speak of her beauty.
Yet, I continue on as if it were my duty.

She’s my heart, mind and soul.
She would score a 10/10 in perfection, if we were to take a poll.
Innocence lingers in her very essence.
There is not a moment when I do not want her in my presence.

She’s my heart, mind and soul.
Even during her weakest moments, she’s always in control.
She understands what makes me happy and sad.
Her love is always with me even if I get a tad mad.

She’s my heart, mind and soul.
She reminds me of medieval love and love letters written on a scroll.
I shower her with gifts to keep her smiling.
There is nothing more heavenly than hearing her humming.

She’s my heart, mind and soul.
We love to eat from the same bowl.
She was once just a girl wearing feather earrings.
Now, she’s the only direction my heart is steering.

She’s my heart, mind and soul.
Our relationship is the Elvis Presley of Rock’n’Roll.
Long nights of loving conversations are a part of my life.
There are only a few days before I propose her to be my wife.

She’s my heart, mind and soul.
Never will our love turn into a lump of coal.
I love her more than anything.
She’s the only queen for this king.

She’s my heart, mind and soul.

Sitting with a Dozen Roses

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Sitting with a Dozen Roses
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Sitting with a dozen roses.
The mind flutters as his heart supposes.
The busy bodies pass as the lover dreams.
Nothing more beautiful than memories of shared ice cream.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Remembering those flowing locks and dreamy poses.
The adored blue eyes blind to the loving gazes.
Occupied only with the latest crazes.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Thinking about children and the gaps between their ages.
The future so bright, filled with ‘happy ever after’.
Not a tear in sight, as we hear only bursts of laughter.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Recalling those summer ‘noons under those sprinkling hoses.
Here the lover comes from a passenger train.
Unaware of being this Tarzan’s Jane.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Being this lover’s Jesus, Mohammad and Moses.
She recalls that freckled face and charming grin.
As he thinks about a hug and Hollywood spin.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
The heart beats faster as the wait for her closes.
The hug comes, but nothing more.
Has this lover’s worst nightmare become an outpour?

Sitting with a dozen roses.
The desire for love opposes.
Her queries on his health nothing more than friendly.
The lover’s smile unwavering like an Arsenal fan’s at Wembley.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
He gazes at her and thinks of poisonous doses.
Adamant to declare love before departing.
Not willing to visit a bar to begin aching.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Her creamy voice whistles and discloses.
She has no one in her life, but endless travel.
Their high school tattoos glimmering on her ankle.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
He opens his mouth and proposes.
His world would be nothing without her love.
Even if she is a league above.

Standing with a dozen roses.
She sheds a tear and a kiss closes.

Dozen Roses

King (A song)

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King (A song)
3 (60%) 2 votes

I don’t understand how he thinks
He’s a king
When all his treasures have been lost
So he has nothing to bring
When he’s called for court
But he still thinks he’s King
I don’t understand this man
And how he can take me into the
Palm of his hand
And melt me down
When his golden crown
Has cracked on the palace floor
With every ivory jewel
Lost behind the bedroom door
But he seems to have a magic
Over every part of me
He uses tender fingers to
Break me into a small piece
With all this power over me
It’s no wonder that he thinks he’s King
(Chorus)
Yet I still cannot see how
He can think he’s a King
When he owns less and less each day
But he moves me in every way
And he thinks he’s a king
And he thinks he’s a king
And he thinks he’s a king
I can swear I do not see
What he sees when looks in his
Empty house
He says
“it’s a paradise and palace walls with
Satin curtains and rugs of silk”
While he buries me down
Under the very floor boards
And then picks me right out
Surrounds me in lace and love
Then I fall down while
Losing all control
With the grace he has with words
It’s no wonder that he’s never heard
That he’s really no King
(Chorus)
Yet I still cannot see how
He can think he’s a King
When he owns less and less each day
But he moves me in every way
And he thinks he’s a king
And he thinks he’s a king
And he thinks he’s a king
Bring in the knight
And cut these binds
He has over me
I cannot take it all in stride
Anymore
My poker face has now been worn
But he’ll use the wind to call be back
And I know he’ll have anything he thinks
Because he thinks he is a King

Her dear

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Her dear
2.3 (46.67%) 3 votes

A week-long slumber, true to life,
unlike fairy-book-style strife,
no apparent poisoned cause,
yet along the lines of lore,
seemed to stem from true love’s war,
mindful that i was no wife
as i yearned for days of yore

suddenly appeared a cure
noticeable his allure
though his shining armor days
to another still belong
so to linger must be strong
must be vigilant for sure
not to make his amour wrong

to not seduce the one you love
but to release him like a dove
who would to you so soon return
except to know that he would burn
to not betray his soul to hell
nor yet to make his children yell
to know just what you are made of
to let it ring true as a bell

it is the plight of virtue held
by prisoners of true love weld
by those who know the love of God
by those whose feet walk where He trod
by those who hope for heavenrest
by those who know that He knows best
and never waver in the love
which although hidden lives above