Time for you, Time for me

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    Time for you, Time for me

    She sits on the edge of my bed,
    looking at me with brown eyes.
    I know just what she’s thinking,
    There is really no big surprise.

    She sees in me a man so bold,
    In shining armor a knight of old.
    I have a plan to make her see,
    That she’s the only one for me.

    I love her and not just a little bit,
    We have time and so much of it.
    I can make her trust there is love,
    That we can escape and rise above.

    I can fly her away through space and time,
    And I can finally make her mine.
    But there is a problem she is full of fear,
    I speak softly to try and make her hear.

    She won’t listen the emotions are too strong,
    Can I make her see just how much she’s wrong.
    I’m trying to show her just how hard I’ve tried,
    But I keep telling her my hands are always tied.

    She’s calling out to me to help her every day,
    And every night I go to bed trying to find a way.
    I keep praying to God for our time to come,
    Hoping that we will have our moment in the sun.

    She comes to me once a week speaking of distress,
    I lay her down upon my bed trying to help her rest.
    I hold her tight and do my best to calm her down,
    Speaking softly and trying to bring her back around.

    I love her so very much I need her by my side,
    Why must love always be such a bumpy ride.
    I know we’ll make it I can feel it in my heart,
    There is nothing in this world to tear us apart.







































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    extrarib commented on Time for you, Time for me

    06-02-2009

    Very nice. My goal when I write is to captivate and keep the reader interested in what am writing. You do it very well. Thanks for sharing

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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