Charles Dennis
Every time I look into your face, it slides from gladness to
gloom. I don’t know where or when I lost you, but it seems to
soon.
When each day starts fresh, I have hope in my heart as I catch
sight of your shimmering smile and flowing red hair, I know God
is proud he created beauty such as yours to share.
Where did I go wrong? What have I done to have this pain
stacked upon my shoulders? To endure the hollowness I feel.
When our eyes fall on one another’s view, you see what I and I
see what you and as the spears of shooting white light subside,
we fall in love again, you with me and me with you because we
caught a glimpse of each others view.
© 2010 Charles Dennis
http://www.charlesdennispoetry.com
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 9:14 AM UTC
Charles Dennis
Every time I look into your face, it slides from gladness to
gloom. I don’t know where or when I lost you, but it seems to
soon.
When each day starts fresh, I have hope in my heart as I catch
sight of your shimmering smile and flowing red hair, I know God
is proud he created beauty such as yours to share.
Where did I go wrong? What have I done to have this pain
stacked upon my shoulders? To endure the hollowness I feel.
When our eyes fall on one another’s view, you see what I and I
see what you and as the spears of shooting white light subside,
we fall in love again, you with me and me with you because we
caught a glimpse of each others view.
© 2010 Charles Dennis
http://www.charlesdennispoetry.com
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