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~Poems of Mine~

You Can Make It Be

Two eyes across a crowded room,
A spark, electric, in the gloom,
A fleeting glimpse of one with whom,
You could feel truly free.
For one long beat, the contact held,
A time in which you are enspelled,
A time in which two souls could meld,
If only this could be.

Then comes a smile to match those eyes,
A gentle voice invites your sighs,
A touch as soft as butterflies
That brush you tenderly.
A voice that flows like liquid gold
That warms your senses in its folds,
And gives you in your heart to hold
The hope that this could be.

You feel the pulsing of your heart,
And then your breathing, and you start
To notice thoughts and pictures dart
That only you can see
All sights and sounds just fade away,
For you, a single voice holds sway,
A single face, as clear as day
Is all your world can be.

As but a child these feelings grew
Inside, as even then you knew
You'd meet one day with someone who
You'd love so tenderly.
A thousand years might come and pass,
You'll feel these feelings to the last,
And still remember that day past
Those feelings came to be

But then disaster! Has he heard
A careless thought? A thoughtless word?
Can no-one tell you what occurred
To bring such misery?
Those eyes, that voice, their absence rends
A void that nothing else can mend,
Oh Lord, how grim! How bleak the end
If this should never be!

And yet if this should be the one,
That perfect loving companion,
To love you through those years to come,
You always knew could be.
Those glory years still yet to come,
Are surely not to be undone
So simply, not if you be strong,
Then you can be make it be.
You feel once more that fire within
As boldness forges steel therein,
Which whispers that you still may win,
That love 'twas meant to be.
That fire within you grows and feeds,
And spreading through you, burning, needs
Some consummation in your deeds,
And you can make it be.

If gods and angels could assign
A Perfect Love, let this be thine
The heights of passion to define
Oh Lord, oh let it be!
Hearts and Spirits Intertwined,
A love that glows like Autumn Wine,
A bond that transcends Space and Time,
And you can make it be.
And you can make it be.

Copyrighted © Me 1-21-2000


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