I wrote of you,
You are a new life,
A new hope.
You are the wind,
The ocean,
And the gulls.
You are friendship,
And love.
I’ve written of sad
And lonely,
These that I’ve written are gone.
And you are here.
I’ve written of happiness
And gaiety.
Now I feel what I’ve wrote.
I’ve said I hope and I pray,
Now I thank.
This is to you,
And you are to me,
More than I have asked.
We are one,
In our love.
We are two,
In bone and flesh.
We are a thousand,
In our feelings.
We are different,
Yet breathe the same.
But when I say,
I think you know,
This has no rhyme,
But its meaning is thorough.
Which I say is something,
More that I can say.
For I cannot speak,
I cannot see,
Or feel
But I know my love is you,
And you are I.
Upon the dawn there was a golden light,
It shone to the world,
A new day had come
And an old had gone.
But I shall relive the old,
And place it with the new,
For with you, there is neither.
Yes, I shall write of you.
Until my breathe has stopped,
And my blood freezes,
In a still moment that last forever.
For I have love,
And I shall love,
Until this day beck on my door.
But I will remember,
The wind,
The ocean,
And the gulls
For your are the beauty
And the life.
As the sun sets into the world unknown,
Glistening lights are gathering
For the one who’s known.
And a day has ended,
Yet another has begun.
I said give my breathe a stroke of your,
For this moment I shall remember,
Until time has stopped.
Hold me close to thee,
And caress my tenderness,
Like I have done to your heart.
One circle has been completed,
Now we start another.
This is to you,
But not you who reads it.
It is for real,
And it shows
That love has come,
And yours has not.
This is lengthy,
But not as long as my
Love for you.
Like a dragon puffing in the dark,
Who knows not where he’s going,
Because of the dark,
And knows not where he’s been
Because of the smoke.
I shall write of you,
And I have.
This is where I start,
Yet where I end.
© 1/17/2008
Jaunty-Rabbit 