- I'd make pretty eyes at you ohh what joy..
- I'd scatter my books about, my writings everywhere,
- And just a look from you, OH boy oh boy !
- In my street I go from lane to lane from the brick house the shops that are closed..
- And in the evening the rain that one can not contain the dampness,
- The silvery shining rain, all the colours of a rainbow,
- Green yellow orange and blue can you sing a rainbow........
- You could hear the silence in the falling dew ,
- Falling silently as if time was through..for me for you!!
- The tenderness of the night softly so softly as we kiss and love
- Our minds oblivious care not about anything.. ,
- whilst waiting at the bus stop
- I think not am wrong you have changed with time .
- The story's anew the couple the visitor as they waited at tram stop ..
- Like the story about this city of yours, were amongst those story's..
- And the dew, I touching feeling for you as I whisper in the night, my words to you
- Touching you in the cold of a winters night. We're all soaked in dew .
- And the warmth much needed as your hands I touch, finding myself within your hands,
- As we listen to the story's ..We stand laughing loving..
- The singularity of my being which gave me my pride.
- Can one have too much pride my love ..
- To have you completely, you becoming mine.
- The sleeping conductor of that passing tram, its bells ringing.
- I dropping slowly at the next stop , walking across peering into the Cafe
- Like sleepless souls sipping their coffee. I've become obsessive in my madness,
- And I know each and everyone of them..And then there's always you..
- The madness in my blood my mind my very soul..In the moonlight as you get down to sleep,
- My loneliness is such I can bare not as you close your eyes leaving me,
- Looking at you as you breathe softly dreaming smiling as you sleep.
- I took paper and pen, thinking of writing to you..
- But that night standing at the bus stop, kissing with the scent of you the very scent of you...
- Wilst the dust settle down again..By the light of the street I find myself sitting writing to you,
- Something I have written not, in full dew the road I write until you soft footsteps I hear approaching,
- From the last tram arriving at the midnight as I sit waiting for love..
- With the approaching of the midnight tram..
About Me
- Connie James
- My heart and my innermost thoughts I share with you. Delve a little deeper within...my words are for you to discover your own heart. But be careful now...you might just like what you find.
Thursday, 30 October 2014
Ohh What Joy
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