She has the style, the class and all.
When There’s time she likes to ball.
Her picture better fits the frame.
There’s quite a few who want to claim
Her friendship, mind, her heart and soul.
Will never fly who’s born to crawl!
He’s never won a single race,
His life’s merely waist of space,
His nickel never saved a dime,
He’s never been ahead of time!
All these aside, but there’s still,
Desire, strive and stunning will-
To be around, hold her hand.
And that’s the goal for which he’ll stand!
And work so hard to make it real,
There’s not a knott that won’t unreel!
He doesn’t need to stay astray,
When there’s will there is way!
My mind can never fix a frame.
How can a river be restrained?
My thinking’s never in a box –
Tradition versus paradox!
My mind can never be in line.
How can a wind be circumscribed?
Sometimes composed,
Sometimes ajar,
Sometimes so near,
Sometimes so far…
My sleepless nights are over here
Again. And you’re not near.
Confused lost like long haul laggage,
Without you my life is garbage!
I kindly ask your hand in marriage,
And tout you for a kid or five,
I beg you: “Be my lawful wife.”
If I was talking to a wall,
My ways would have it break & fall!
If only stones could listen,
They’d sore in cracks and blisters!

She is feeling alone,
On the Isle of Man!
Wants my coming along,
Being part of her plan!
Wants to hear my voice,
Feel the scent of my skin!
Wishes there was a choice,
She’s still eager and keen!
Are you feeling alone
On the Isle of Man?
Do you want me along,
Be a part of your plan?
Want to hear my voice?
Feel the scent of my skin?
Wish there was better choice?
I am still eager and keen!
Sick of being apart and ajar,
Want to sit in the front of your car!
Tender touches entwined with a stroke,
So sincere, so nice, so bespoke!
Skin is stretched and the body is hard,
Sick of being ajar and apart!
Само терпение берет с тебя пример,
Любви даешь ты нежности уроки!
У красоты природы твой размер,
А мудрость лет берет в тебе истоки!
Нежна душой, в которой сила духа,
Ты попросту придумала меня!
Под поступью твоей и камень мягче пуха,
В терпении твоем и год короче дня.
Любви моей извечная обитель-
Душа моя- исполнена тобой.
Стремнину, игнорируя наитий
И отгоняя мыслей скверных рой,
Я часто защищаюсь от ударов,
Сжимаясь так, что корчится лицо,
Ты боль мою сняла, мне, дав в подарок-
Любви поток и нежности кольцо!
Со мной ты, познакомившись едва ли,
Была на ты, как будто много лет,
Твои глаза меня в толпе искали,
И лишь теперь смогли найти ответ!
You broke my heart and let it bleed,
The only joy, you loaned I borrowed,
Is thriving from within indeed.
You brought the poetry of love,
I took it in and tried to swallow.
Your character a stubborn one
And wouldn’t let it to be followed
The way from alter to the pram.
You brought the light, my eyes were dazzled,
My heart did never beat so fast.
I hold you tight confused and puzzled,
How long can drama this like last?
You gave me everything I have,
I never knew so much was there.
You gave more meaning to my life
And taught me ways to love and care.
Your beauty is refined a lot
By tender touches o the nature.
Out-perfected it somewhat
Its own approach to the creation.


Надо читать и перечитывать, чтобы заземляться в этой гонке, браво!
Это стихотворение воспринимается как искреннее обращение к Богу. В нём чувствуется духовная глубина, спокойная вера и понимание того, насколько человек…
Не дай ему пропасть в пучине вечной тьмы, Что каждый вдох - не право, а награда. Спаси от плена собственной…
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Очень глубокое и проникновенное стихотворение! Спасибо!