If
I Love You
And
You Love Me

Is
That True Love
Or
What Will Be?*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

A time to rise, a time to fight,
A time to stand for what is right,
A time to be brave, no time for fear,
A time that very soon will appear.

A time to hold your belief that’s true,
A time to define the inner you,
A time for strength, not run and hide,
A time your voice won’t be denied.

A time to make the whole world listen,
A time that makes the new you glisten,
A time for hope, no time for sorrow,
A time to define your every tomorrow.

A time to show how much you care,
A time for those, whom Earth you share,
A time to stop both suffering and pain,
A time for positivity, a time for gain.

A time for all to hear you speak,
A time to prove the truth you seek,
A time for revolution before it’s gone,
A time to show that change starts with one.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

A daughter is a gift of innocence and charm,
As she lays quite delicate in the curve of your arm,
Her hopes and her dreams you hold safe in your palm,
As she squeezes you tight, you promise no harm.

Pushing her gently on the swings in the park,
Your constant concern as she stays out in the dark,
Fiery and moody, but bright as a spark,
But a place in your heart, she will soon make her mark.

A young daughters first love is always her dad,
Those boyfriends she brings home, just another wild fad,
You look on beyond them, thinking intentions are bad,
But as long as she’s happy, you know you’ll be glad.

To tantrums and tears over the weirdest of things,
The joy and the love with the happiness she brings,
The noise from her room, with the boyband she sings,
Her bedroom all messy with the clothes that she flings.

Your emotions and fears will be dragged through the mill,
At times with her stories, she’ll leave you quite ill,
The time it will come when you mention the pill,
But no matter what, you’ll love her still.

So this daughter that lies safely asleep in her cot,
Will make life’s sad stresses and woes matter not,
Her smiles and her giggles will leave your stomach a knot,
But a daughter’s sweet love, means you have the whole lot.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

A son is a gift of sweet, purest joy,
To hold in your arms, a small gentle boy,
His future you hold in the palm of your hands,
To nourish his dreams, for whatever he plans.

From days spent together, with a ball in the park,
To time spent in worry, as he returns home after dark,
Will the girls that he meets be acceptable to mum?
But don’t push him hard, or you may make him glum.

A young son’s first hero, is of course dear old dad,
And nothing you try will ever be bad,
A source all the time, of real inspiration,
But as he grows up, you’re more a frustration.

You’ll bicker and argue over the smallest of things,
But nothing replaces the happiness he brings,
Those first feelings of joy, as you hear his first cry,
Or the happiness in those tears of love in your eye.

He’ll push your emotions and fears to the end,
But he’ll always be there as a loyal and true friend,
Your advice he will take, when he needs it of course,
And he’ll heed it as much as you did to yours.

But a son is a gift you can never replace,
Along with that smile that he puts on your face,
So enjoy this small child as he enters your life,
As he is worth every ounce of his trouble and strife.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013