Bradly-McCallum
Heart has a way
Of its own;
You can tell it
How long to stay,
With whom to make
House and play—
Making vows
To never betray,
But the heart
Has a time
Of its own;
Yes, the heart loves…
And the heart roams;
Often new faces
And voices
Not our
Imagined choices—
The heart is never
Entirely known
For sure,
The heart
Is a subject
Alone
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you
You are to me, like coffee in the morning, a warm shower in the winter, a deep breath in times of fear. How is it that whenever I need you, at the right moment, in just the right way, you draw near?
You are the sunshine of my life, you are the sun that shines so bright, and when the moon is full in the sky, at night I hold you so tight.
Without you I am incomplete, never have I missed someone so, my arms long to hold you tight, and I’ll never let you go. Your face, your lips, your soul, your heart, please promise me we’ll never again be apart. For without you, I am but a shell, you are my heaven and without you is hell.
What other way is there to profess my love?
I’ve gone on my knees and thanked the heavens above
For you are my most precious and sacred treasure
A woman whose beauty knows no measure
Your love is such an indescribable blessing
It’s rather wondrous and completely amazing
Each day I share with you is a wonderful Surprise I'M Loving You
