Only love can ride the currents of time. Spread on the wings of the divine. A powerful force that soars free As soft as a feather. As gentle as a breeze
A little girl with braids in her hair . Her sparkling eyes, and joyfull smile . She sits in a garden teaming with life . Her guardian angel sits by her side . She raises her hand to touch the breeze. And to her surprise a white dove flys down to greet . A peaceful creature ,her new best friend. It lays upon her hand with grace. A timeless bond a fleeting sight . A moment wrapped in gentle light .
A elderly gentleman. Stands by the flowers. Not knowing which ones to buy. He takes in the colors, the beautiful scents . For his beloved. A single red rose he picks .
A beautiful green meadow all bursting with bloom. White jasmine that glitters like dew drops in June. A oasis of scent fills the air . A woman stands at the edge ,lost in a distant stare . Her red locks of hair kissed by the sun . Her white laced dress flows on a magical breeze . She searches the winds for love unknown . But as she gazed at the world outside. She found love waiting deep inside .
The aloof black jaguar shrouded in mystery. Lives in a enchanting forest under a canopy. He dances from light to shadow with magestic ease. Shrouded in legends from all corners of the earth. A beautiful mystery. A timid old soul indeed. When the sun goes down to night . His golden piecing eyes come alight
Jagged peaks carve his path Like black onyx absorbing light An amber sun in muted gold A fading light Hidden dangers lie ahead In haunting echos Where shadows test He stills his mind A strength he finds
Love Weaves into a knights tale To find his love He must find himself The universe will test at every turn In cracks where the darkest shadows dwell To strengthen his spirit To sharpen his steel Yet his shining armour Does not hide His burning heart That flames inside For true love echos Compels him on
Many beautiful words describe The devine love . Do we hold the key . Or is it etched in the heart or soul ? I do not know . But we our given the beautiful gift of words .
Africa's most golden treasure ,the savanna. Where nature plays a tune. Burnt orange, striking reds fill the air . And a captivating moon. There roam gentle giants as ancient like the sun. They gather all around to protect their young. Deep bonds of love through generations. That stands the test of time .
I believe in angels The very human kind . With invisible wings . And hearts so kind. They have no idea who they are A stranger on the street. They shine a light for us to see. And comes to us in times of need . And vanish when their work is done . These beautiful angels living under our sun.
When I lay down to sleep. I paint a picture I'll love to dream. Warm Shimmering shades of blues I'll have for the sea. Waves of white silk . Pebbles of aquamarine That shines oh so crystal deep. A golden horizon. Yellows and golds .a warm sunset to behold . A gentle breeze a lullaby. Guides my soul,where dreams can fly .
Dreams of white butterflys in the moonlight sky . The shimmers of light , a beautiful sight . They weave and turn in circles of love . A dance of all dance . So enchanting and serene. If u listen closely,you might hear their fluttering hearts. In their heavenly wings .
Struck by a cool breeze ,a breath of fresh air. Her heart skips a beat , She felt a small bud bloom there . Where past thorns lay . Time heals . But now her curious heart is leading the way . Through winding alleys that felt like a maze . She stopped at a rickety fence . Wild lavender grew through the cracks. Graffiti adorned in pink paint In big letters read Love. Her heart knows she will find it where she least espects.
A small sampan boat ,with a man so very wise . Crosses a river With blues and whites that shimmer. Brilliant diomonds scattered in the sky . A sea eagle crosses his path ,with feathers so bright. As time flows gently drifting by .
The beatifull moonflower . Blessed by the rain they grow. Under the full moon they glow . In enchanting shades of blue . She knows how to heal a broken heart. She must let her teardrops fall . To illuminate her path.
A delicate crystal elephant, Fleeting in the mind , Reminds me of an enchanting lucky charm. A red heart came befour it . Softly embedded in the heart. A beautiful gift from the past .
In the realm of dreams, Pretty poetry, Words crystal clear, She read them so perfectly, When she awakes , The Memories fade A distant whisper remains, And her search begins .
Her heart was hurt , By true love she thought Entwined in twine She could not break, Until her heart whispers , Time echos the sweetest tune , The sweetest love lies withing A delicate heart wants to heal .
A crisp winters day. Pale blue moon . Sun shines white. As an icy breeze, chills the face. Snow settles on the frozen sea A rose gently laid on a bench. A beautiful deep red . For the love they shared.
Love is like diomonds shimmering in the light. A lusta so pure a beatifull and rare sight . But it can also cut deep like ice Leaving scars along the way ,we somtimes hide . But remember we are the diomonds. We hold the light A inner radiance we carry inside .
A gentle spiral Shades of blue and pastel pinks White rose petals Mesmerising in the soft breeze At the heart A graceful dancer Whirling in prayer A beautiful soul In celestial motion Gaze held on the beloved
A blood red rose in one hand, A silver dagger in the other , Which one will she choose ? Could either seal her fate , An inner vioce says , "Take neither my dear ".
In twilight's glow A gentle light A lake serene A pair of swans Glide side by side In beatifull grace Their Love reflects in waters deep A beautiful bond complete
I would love a beautiful garden I can go to when I sleep. A pretty garden I can allways find. A beautiful bird of paradise I'll love. . A trellis of wild red roses to remember my dad . Pure white orchids only my mum could grow . A glisten of snow drops with a dusting of snow . Painted butterflys that come alive All in a purfume scent so devine . And every time I remember their love . My garden grows .
In the sharp ice of winter. Frosted red roses and pastel pinks. A towering oak tree stands steadfast and wide. With a heart and arrow carved inside. But the initials have faded away . But the heart endured the wind and rain . Through mist and frost the memories remain . Echos of past . Where winters sings . And love still remains .