Poetry
for the
soul
The joy that's in your eyes, the sparkle of your smile, why don't you come in and sit down, if even for just a while.
Like the sun sitting, up high in the sky, you take me to another place, there's no rhyme or reason why.
A presence is felt, like none other before, waiting at home for you to knock, to come running through the door.
A match predestined, since before the dawn of time, to always have you in my life, forever you'll be mine.
Take my hand and trust, that I will never make you blue, in your hands you hold my heart, to you I will always be true.
by: Michael Lovato