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That Day We Meet
Jasmine, You ask me how I well feel,
that day I am there to be with you.
I know the trip there will be to long,
If I Fly or Drive or even walk to you.
I do dream of this day all the time,
the day I am standing in front of house.
That long walk to those steps,
that will raise me to your porch.
Jasmine, My eyes will be fixed upon the door
wondering if you are standing there.
Peaking out and a little afraid,
wondering yourself what to do.
I will find myself at your door,
wondering how I got there.
I know my heart will be pounding
in my chest as I reach to ring the bell.
Jasmine, I know that time will stop,
my mind will race.
As I wait for you to grace that place,
just a door between us.
A shiver will shot down my spine,
as I hear that door knob turn,
The door will open Oooo so slow,
as I wait to see your face.
Then as your face will come into view,
tears of joy will fill my eyes.
A smile sure will be on my face,
as the screen door moves aside.
Jasmine, when I feel you in my arms,
my heart will pound deep inside.
It will pound so hard because of you,
we have waited so long for this time.
You will feel so devine next to me,
with your arms around me.
I am sure your feet will leave the ground
As I pick you up and swing you around.
That kiss I give you will last so long,
it will live with me for Ooo so long.
The warmth of your body in my arms,
I will want to feel all the time.
I know it will be a long time,
before I let you go this time.
I will never forget that day we met,
the day a dream came turn.
Jasmine, My heart will be fill with joy,
to finally have you by my side.
To hold your hand as I meet your Mom,
to reach and shake your dad's hand.
I love you darling, can't you see.
this dream I have of being with thee.
It keeps me going and gives me straight.
to do all I can to get with thee.
Love always, Mark
March 25, 2003
Quiet
inspirations
Within my heart today
Piece of parchment paper
My thoughts are here to stay
Words they gather swiftly
They seem to flow with ease
Each one a gentle meaning
Hoping they will please
Perhaps a word I've written
Will give the peace you need
This my contribution
The poet's special creed
Rhymes to fill a journal
Prose that's like a prayer
Takes you to a softness
With healing touch so near
All these things I offer
In simple words that blend
Creating special offering
In every thought I've penned
Joy with greatest meaning
Expressed in gold bouquet
The poet's contribution
Will never fade away.
~Francine
Pucillo ~
My Beautiful Jasmine
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