To: All
How Can One Ask For A Feeling?
I prayed a prayer on night
found you there,
in the afar
away from the din and clatter
I did not know you much I needed you.
You are deeply precious to me
this is no game
I treasure you, as I do the white snow falling
on a January Eve.
You are my snow song
silently falling from the heavens
lightly caressing as you fall past my window
flirting with me as you brush my hair
lightly touching my brow
I adore you, today, tomorrow, forever,
we were meant to be, forever friend.
bentfeather (c) 01.05.03
To: All

Good night everyone.
Please remember to say a prayer for our troops.
To: bentfeather
I See It
Gossamer as lace
delicate as watered silk
and only found in your eyes
the light of true love
perfect and passionate
speaking
oh so clear
152 posted on
07/16/2006 9:37:26 PM PDT by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: bentfeather
Corrrection to poem.
I did not know you much I needed you=I did not know how much I needed you.
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