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Sea Of My Soul
Words often fail me,
Because feelings sweep through me
Like great ocean waves.
My mind cannot grasp
What is so intangible,
Cannot define it.
Cannot parcel it,
Put it in a pigeon-hole,
Of understanding.
So it slips away,
And you might as well attempt
To capture a cloud.
For all one has left
Are the turbulent swirlings,
Of unknown currents.
Deep-sea rhythms,
And the sudden violent squalls
Sweeping its surface.
Like my inner world,
The sea is alive and moving,
Of its own accord.
The ocean's dark moods,
So often seem to reflect
My deepest feelings.
Standing at sunset,
In the cool wind of evening,
I watch the great waves.
Their rhythms are mine
As they sweep into the beach,
Unknown and primal.
This is my heart-beat,
The ocean of my feelings,
The sea of my soul.
Dreams
I gaze at your pictures
As I go to sleep,
I can hear your voice
It sounds oh so sweet
I then close my eyes
And sleep the night through,
The dreams that I have
Are of me and you.
I awake in the morning
I know this is real,
This dream that Im in
It feels so surreal.
I whisper your name
And say I love you,
I tell you my dreams
Their of me and you.
You look in my eyes
And hold me so tight,
The fears that we have
Will soon have respite.
I cannot contain
My feelings for you,
My heart is set free
It belongs only to you
Love is both pleasure and pain,joy and sorrow.
It has long been held that what you can love,
can hurt you, in almost equal reciprocity.
The more you love, the more you can get hurt.
The more you love, the more you stand to lose.
Yet the point of love is not to clam up,
to refrain from ever loving.
Each and every person has
the potential to love so deeply,
so strongly, with such passion
and intimacy, with romance,
and to receive back the joy
of that same love.
The truth is, the joy of love
is so much greater than joy
that can be derived elsewhere.
Money does not give joy.
Material wealth does not give joy.
It gives convenience,
yet often takes away love.
How many rich people seek
so hard and far for love,
yet never find it.
Sex does not give joy,
unless it is enjoyed as a part of love.
Loveless sex would make one feel
as empty as a broken earthernware pot.
My love for you is deep and true
No matter what you do
I'll always be there for you
No matter where you go
I'll always be there beside you
Till the day I die
My love will always real for you.
