May 2012
You're like a gentle little rascal breeze
lightly tapping .. softly rapping ..
At the door to my heart ..
Soon .. i can bear it no longer
and i run to the door .. just a peek,
To see who or what it might be
But it's too late
because you've already
Gotten inside ...
lightly tapping .. softly rapping ..
At the door to my heart ..
Soon .. i can bear it no longer
and i run to the door .. just a peek,
To see who or what it might be
But it's too late
because you've already
Gotten inside ...
These 1st two poems of mine were both written for a lady whom i loved from a distance. I gave her the poems very near when it was time for us to say goodbye. I never was able to find her again after that point in time. The poems were written also as a challenge to myself .. to prove that i could do at least as good or better than Hallmark.
