His love
The wind beneath my midnight wings
As I soar between the stars
I only have an imagination full of grandeur
I merely human
Can only wish to conceive what he is
So much more than my imagination
The flutter in my chest
The arms that hold me till I drift to sleep
My spirit walks on clouds
But my body lies trapped beneath the sand
He can’t be human
I am numb to the world
Long since passed
I still feel the warmth of his love
The tenderness of his forgiving heart
So forgive me now my love
Forgive my lack of thought
As I close my eyes and prepare to meet God
Author notes
Nope this isn’t about me-cause I ain’t in love and I ain’t dead. So make of this what you will. Oooh look and it ain't an angry poem.
Written June 2nd, 2006
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Well i can tell it is no angry poem. But it is very powerful and deep!
I love it!!
It felt weird if you were in love, no offense.. just used to you being the opposite of love like me
Keep on writing Jess!
Love ya,
Nooni
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very beautiful poem... i like it...even though it is sad... but very touching... keep up the great work ... ~Alleena~
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