Post by MXB on Jun 8, 2006 11:31:00 GMT -5
Many thanks to the person this was written for, for allowing me to post this very moving poem. To maintain your privacy I have deleted your name from it, as requested. Wishing you a speedy recovery from your illness, and looking forward to seeing you post on this site yourself. MXB
If I was a writer, I would write a happy song.
It would be sung in reverence to the day I first set eyes on you.
The title, of course, would be something like "The Greatest Day of My Life"
Or "Breakfast Love"
You see baby, you look so damn delicious to me.
And when I look at your picture, I automatically get hunger pains in my heart and soul.
If I was a writer, I would write of an evening that would mirror romantic imagination.
The stars superimposed against the dark canopy of the Heavens would reflect the fireworks that our bodies ignite when we touch, head to toe.
And then would trickle from the night into glasses made by the hands of angels.
For tonight my love, we will drink the stars, and see the Heavens in each others eyes.
If I was a writer, I would write of a time that I would want to lie silently with you, not touching, but feeling, not speaking, but understanding each and every thought and sound that we make, and above all, with eyes closed, we will see the understanding of Godliness peeping back.
Yeah, if I was a writer, I would write into existence all the unknown things that would make you mine.
And have my heart read them to your soul,
So that you would know that
Even though I'm not a writer, for you
I would be....
If I was a writer, I would write a happy song.
It would be sung in reverence to the day I first set eyes on you.
The title, of course, would be something like "The Greatest Day of My Life"
Or "Breakfast Love"
You see baby, you look so damn delicious to me.
And when I look at your picture, I automatically get hunger pains in my heart and soul.
If I was a writer, I would write of an evening that would mirror romantic imagination.
The stars superimposed against the dark canopy of the Heavens would reflect the fireworks that our bodies ignite when we touch, head to toe.
And then would trickle from the night into glasses made by the hands of angels.
For tonight my love, we will drink the stars, and see the Heavens in each others eyes.
If I was a writer, I would write of a time that I would want to lie silently with you, not touching, but feeling, not speaking, but understanding each and every thought and sound that we make, and above all, with eyes closed, we will see the understanding of Godliness peeping back.
Yeah, if I was a writer, I would write into existence all the unknown things that would make you mine.
And have my heart read them to your soul,
So that you would know that
Even though I'm not a writer, for you
I would be....
@magda