Here I sit alone again, waking in the morn,
I open up the window; outside there is a storm.
You see the storm I speak of, is just a normal one,
It passes each and everyday, with the setting of the sun.

One that I do want to see, is one that will not pass,
To see a storm of that size, knowing it will last.
The fear I have of storms today, could drive a single word,
To lose a thing so beautiful, is one that could be heard.

The word we seek along that path, could die in any way,
But since that word is beautiful, I hope that it would stay.
Many times we use this word, and think it is a must,
All our hopes and fantasies, simply are a bust

You see this word is used too much, by laymen one and all,
To get the things of fantasies, and orders that are tall.
This word that I speak of, gets us all in trouble,
We peddle back in fright and fear, sometimes on the double.

I hope I may never use it on, the one until I know she’s near,
Knowing that she’s beautiful, and oh so very dear.
To use this word for smiles, and for happiness to gain,
Its worth is very valuable, even in its name.

We seek this word in song and rhyme; err before its time,
We seek to find it beautiful, long before divine.
Now I tell you one and all, the word that I speak of,
Its strength of might to weather storms, a simply word called love.


Craig
November 13,2006

((((G)))))) I know its an old post,, I was reading thru the poems,
Couldn't Sleep,,, This is simply Beautiful (((Love)))
can and is an Incredible feeling,,, and you have found yours,,,
Beautiful piece of work here,,, Just Beautiful

Beautiful one hummmm wonder how I missed this one.

It seems, those who missed it were supposed to. Thank you for bringing
this up, I needed to see it again for myself. Reminders can be soooooo
important.



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Beautiful piece Gryphyn.

that's a beautiful poem