Post by Gene C on Sept 2, 2009 22:28:59 GMT -5
A poem about a girl I love
Your face is soft
as a new rose.
Your voice is
quiet like light
wind through the trees.
Your eyes have
always that loving
feeling in them.
Your lips soft
as fresh cut
rose in the morning
Your soul is
lost til you
met me.
Your touch lights
the fire that
I have for you.
You have been
there for me
when I need someone.
I love you
and the way
I feel for
you has change
but we can
still love each other.
You are the
sweet pot of
honey I can
ever find.
Your touch, the way
your lips feel
when I run
my finger down
them is so sweet.
-Gene Conner
January 4, 2006
Your face is soft
as a new rose.
Your voice is
quiet like light
wind through the trees.
Your eyes have
always that loving
feeling in them.
Your lips soft
as fresh cut
rose in the morning
Your soul is
lost til you
met me.
Your touch lights
the fire that
I have for you.
You have been
there for me
when I need someone.
I love you
and the way
I feel for
you has change
but we can
still love each other.
You are the
sweet pot of
honey I can
ever find.
Your touch, the way
your lips feel
when I run
my finger down
them is so sweet.
-Gene Conner
January 4, 2006