It doesn't happen too often, but once in a blue moon I write poems. The first was a poem, the second became a medieval style song, performed locally.
Soul Mate
I always knew you were there,
A companion almost too good to be real.
Someone who could do the impossible
And love me...
just the way I am.
I always prayed you were there,
the elusive soul-mate
only others seemed to find.
You fill my heart,
You touch my soul
Just knowing you exist...
I thank God for you,
again and again,
I thank God for you...
Blessed Infant
Blessed Infant rest your head
Sleep baby, sleep
Laying in a manger bed,
Sleep baby sleep.
A thousand stars may grace the skies,
but one shines brightest for you tonight.
Come so that we may have life,
Sleep baby, sleep.
Sleep baby, sleep.
1 comment:
very cute writing.
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