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mark john junor Apr 2016
all things in my life
comes back to this love
comes back to this moment your hand in mine
warmth in your eyes
comes back to all the hours in
each other's arms talking lovin' dreaming
talking lovin' dreaming
so my love wont you tell me
tell me why would you worry 'bout that girl
tell me why she is even in our world
all things in my life are you
everything i know and love is you
i am sure that we have something that
nobody else will ever know
something the world will never be
i know that cause i see the way you look at me
i know how it is to be in your arms
all things in my life come back to this love
that we live everyday
so my love why would you worry about that girl
tell me why she is even in our world
in your arms talking lovin' dreaming
talking lovin' dreaming
mark john junor Apr 2016
she wondered at when her heart had become winterbound
when the lovely garden had been
overgrown by sorrow and anger
wondered at how long she could pine for a love lost before
it consumed her very soul
she strayed each day through sketches she had drawn
captured happiness expressions of soul
whimsical moments of those bright days
she had always held love as a hope
a perfect place when she could live forever
but love takes many hearts to many different places
love wares different masks for its pleasure and play
it is an intoxicating brew
which drives men mad
it is a beautiful thing that women cherish
that gives life meaning
that is the very essence of our souls
she wondered at when her heart had become winterbound
when the lovely garden had become a tangled web of tears
but as spring grows upon the days
so her heart grows bold
and she learns how to leave that darkness behind
she will still steal glances backwards
but she will learn to love again
she will learn to leave behind the memory
and walk once again in the summer sun
mark john junor Apr 2016
late day sunshine
warmly scattered over us
and stirred imagination
revealed sweeter than summer  dreams
my heart lived a song for her alone
rising and flying on each note that
passed between us while we made love under the tree
shared between us without a word
lost in every sense of eachother
magically as one heart one dream
drowned and brought back to life again in the
beauty of touching with such
powerful passions and the heart's lusts
late day sunshine scattered warmly over us
weaving into our memories forever that moment shared
that beautiful place in ones life where we
touched life's perfect union body and soul
the matching heartbeats rhythm
two young lovers finding deep universes in eachothers eyes
laughing sweetly holding hands in that forever moment
that is cherished a lifetime later
late day sunshine slipping away
but the memory will stay with me forever my love
my sweet love
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mark john junor Apr 2016
we danced like we were in paris
danced like lovers under a summer moon
everyone saw us
everyone loved us
the beautiful songs played
while we breathed the romantic night air
wrapped in each others arms
entwined in each others hearts
we were the center of the beautiful world
we were swept away on a sea of love
forever in each heartbeat
forever in each others eyes
we danced like we were in paris
we danced like lovers do
we were the center of the beautiful world
the light shined all around us
everyone saw us
everyone loved us
a warm rain of smiles
a hot long kiss of tenderness
we danced like we were in paris
till the song faded away
we were the center of the beautiful world
till the song faded away
mark john junor Apr 2016
faded roses on the wallpaper
leaves bent back in an imagined wind
fingerprints of a thunderstorm cling to the wet image
she says it was a lovely thought that gave birth to such beautiful drawings
that any child could see many adventures to be
in such lovely daydreams
a place where the child of her heart could run free
decorated with faded roses
celebrated by teddy bears and tea sets
on long summer afternoons in the beautiful sunshine
while brothers and others chased firefly's
like days of old aeroplanes
dogfighting daredevils in the forever blaze of glory
swashbucklers that save the day and win the girl
ride off into the sunset
tv screen fades to black
faded roses on the wallpaper are all that remain
sunbaked in the passing years
a lovely thought that gave birth to our childhood
a swift dream
faded away
mark john junor Apr 2016
transient light begins to fade from the winter sky
i reach up with all my strength
but i cannot hold back the failing daylight
cannot cease its awkward stumbling into night
but as its last vestiges slip away a song comes to my heart
its words inked in my very soul
all the joys and true beauty of togetherness shared
that all of these loves iv know and nurtured
have not been in vain
that as i stand alone in the gathering shadows
i will never really be alone
for there are hearts out there who still cherish me
i am not forgotten
a rich tapestry of images my heart brings back to me
the smiling faces of the people in my world who have shared
warmth and love with me
are with me always, forever
tonight i may sail a dark sea
but i am anchored in the safe haven of another's heart's dream
so as the transient light fades from the sky
i have no fear
i have only love
mark john junor Apr 2016
i unfolded the bright sunlight
unbound it from the winter sky
held it in my rough hands
and let it stream down upon me
wash away the night chill from my bones
let my soul drink its beautiful warmth
like a sweet wine...
my feet in puddles i walk an echo of images
the sky perfectly preserved in a watery vision
i look and see in the liquid world expressed at my feet
winterbirds flying slowly in formation southbound
moving from one puddle to the next unbroken and free
perfect reflections of beauty unleashed
each breath held for a moment
then released like a softly spoken prayer
a wish that like the winterbirds i could take to wing
be forever free on the open sky
be forever at peace...
i unfolded the bright sunlight
unbound it from the winter sky
and handed it to her
she smiled and said she would always cherish it
put it in a golden locket
that she would open in the furthest deep of night
giving birth to the beauty of dawn once again
to give my weary old heart life again
winterbirds float
unbroken and free
on the liquid sky
where i want to be
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