Why don't you come with me,
and i'll show you what I see.
I only get it when your with me,
please lend your soul to me.
On my own its just a picture,
i can make up adjectives to impress.
But with you beside me squeezing my hand,
I'm seeing God's work at its best.
The breeze that chills the nettle stings,
The glass sea that stills my head.
My wonder takes my breath away,
my muse is greedily fed.
If I could i'd buy this appreciation,
or gouge out my frequent blind eye.
I'd walk the earth with the respect it deserves,
i'd maybe even start to try.
A contest entry
- Now here's a challenge...Make me feel Happy. by KittieKatRya.
550 points, ended September 17, 26 entries
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Comments
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"But with you beside me squeezing my hand,
I'm seeing God's work at its best."
I love this line ... so SWEET!!!
This poem is a really good write. Thankyousomuchforenteringit!!!!
translation: Thank you so much for entering it
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I loved it
Good 2 c u writn again x
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well done
God bless you my friend...
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very nice, deep self aware emotions
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