
*I didn't write any of these poems, they were collected from many different places!!
Steady You, you're like a shooting star that never dims A steady flame over uncertain boiling wax of a crooked candle in a darkened room
Time on a clock that always goes by But the hands still are always there and you the feeling of a touch that still remains even when the touch is over
Love's Mystery A starlight of love where none was before A mysterious figure who opens the door. A flame of passion that now burns bright. A soothing massage of brillian light. A wonder, a mystery, it opens the heavens, it gives hope wings. This thing called...Love.
Candle And your eyes glisten In the windswept candlelight Like angels dancing on the moonlight pools of forever. The light glides across you, creating shadows of passion Silhouetting my heart. Luscious lips carrying dreams of eternal love whisperded to my heart with every precious kiss
The shadows dance around us, fading into the embracing candle's light. The night, an empty canvas to be painted with desire.
Golden seas of silken touch, the windows to your soul A hallowed, glistened green and your heart, A single candle.
The Perfect Friend Today I found a friend who knew everything I felt She knew my every weakness and the problems I have been dealt She understood my wonders and listened to my dreams She listened to how I felt about life and love and knew what it all means Not once did she interrupt me or tell me I was wrong She just understood what I was going through
and promised she'd stay long I reached out to this friend to show her that I care to pull her close and let her know how much I need her there I went to hold her hand to pull her a bit nearer and I relized this perfect friend I'd found was nothing but a mirror. Wasted Youth She glanced in the
mirror at her reflection, what she found there was far from perfection She looked at the nose she condsidered too long, she looked at the lips that appeared all wrong Her eyes were too timy, her lashed too thin, her cheekbones too high and too rounded her chin She hated her forehead, her skin type, her hair, she hated her looks and thought life unfair
Then days turned to months and months became years, girl turned to woman with new worries and fears The woman grew older as time wandered by, her face became wrinkled, her hands became dry Now an old withered photo she's holding, she looks at the face that before her is unfolding She stares at the pretty blue eyes full of light, she wished it back with
all of her might She looks at the radiant smile she hated, looks at the glow of the skin that's now faded Beautiful color-rich hair she once had, that's now turned to silver and makes her so sad She put her head down and started to cry, with beauty like that how could life pass her by? True Friends A true friend listens to what you say.
Life's a sculpture, friends are clay. Friends are notes to life's great song. A melody that carries you along. Weather it's a joy or fear, whenever life is hard, they're near. In a world of darkness friends are light. So thank you lucky stars tonight. When life gets hard and goals seem far. It's then you know who your true friends are.