Something Deeper

 

We may not be famous

Though, we've got something in us other's don't

And, though we pray time won't change us

We both know it will

 

So, when I see us in the future

I don't see us young and in love

I see us in something deeper

I see us with children

I see myself luckier than where I now am

And, more in love with you

Than when I took your hand in my own

 

Though, we have no secrets

I haven't spoken these words to you before this moment

I prayed so long, was so lonesome for God to bring you into my life

And, how I pray for God's own love to give you some future day

 

And, in this moment

I see us so young, so in love, and relying on faith

But, I know someday in the future

We'll look back and thank God that

He blessed us with love so much deeper

Than our love on this very day

 

Cause, when I see us in the future

I don't see us young and in love

I see us in something deeper

I see us with children

I see myself luckier than where I now am

And, more in love with you

Than when you gave your heart to my own

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Though I do not know who she is, where she is, her name or face, this is my heart to her heart with hope for that some future day.

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Thank you all! All I know is

Thank you all! All I know is that I've got feelings inside of me that come; and whether they make sense or not, I'm not sure.  But, they come none-the-less... so I let them out.  Thanks again for taking time to not only read, but also critique some them.

Would you believe it that no one I know knows I like to write. It's true. 

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like your writing.

like your writing.

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Touching without being silly romantic

Whouah, she be a very lady when she walk and stumble upon your heart, ii hope u paths cross over soon, beauttiful love declaration without the mushy romantic trrap, so easy ppls falls into , writng about this topix. i really enjoy this, as a matter of fact, u bought up, some hope in me tooto find my own shooes.

blessings, Herve


Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.