| Writing our life story
Posted: 2/8/2008 6:03:00 PM | What type of a book will our life story be
A drama, a mystery, a love story, maybe all three
We’re writing our own stories each day that we live
In the lives that we touch, the love that we give
The words that we speak, the things that we do
Are our life story written all our life through
The works may not be written down on paper or penned
May not be in print, only in the hearts of women and men
Every person we know, everyone we have met
Is a chapter, a page, so let us not ever forget
The importance of those who cross our life’s path
For a lifetime, for years, or for a moment, if that
They’re all a part of the story of our life
Whether a friend, our family, a husband, a wife
All are important, no matter how brief or how long
They helped mold our lives, helped keep us strong
Those who have helped us to love and to grow
The lessons they teach, the seeds that they sow
Some have moved on, some have left us forever
They have left us with life lessons, memories to treasure
As we live out our lives, may we always be aware
That our lives are not for just us, but to share
As a part of a much greater, much larger plan
That God has for us all, each woman, each man
Yes each life is a precious new gift to this world
A gift from the hand of God, a new plan unfurled
May we all be reminded as our life’s book we write
That our lives have a grand purpose, let us unite
In our wishes, our purpose, our stern resolve
To live out God’s plan, to give other’s God’s love. | |
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| Writing our life story
Posted: 2/9/2008 2:13:24 AM | I would have to say that mine would be more along the lines of a: "Woman's Survival Guide" 
I have been through so many different things in my life and I always say to myself: "Ahhh if I could only go back and do it right...knowing what I know NOW" So I think a book of that nature could be VERY USEFUL!!! | |
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| Writing our life story
Posted: 6/23/2008 8:26:55 AM | | nice and loving... the con artists on this site are undeserving and I hope and pray that members are keeping their eyes open and their wallets shut!!!!!! | |
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| The Language of the Heart
Posted: 6/27/2008 6:16:48 PM | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Language of the Heart
If the heart could just speak, what would it say
Would it talk about feelings or beauty some way
Would the words be magnificent, majestic and grand
Or something simple, easy to know and understand
If the heart were an artist, what type of works would it create
Something complex, intricate and detailed to appreciate
Would it be a painting, a sculpture, a photograph or prose
A poem, a ballad, a symphony, perhaps any of those
If the heart were a musician what type of sound
Would the heart make with every beat, every pound
Would the music be loud and full like a symphony’s splendor
Or soft and low, comforting, gentle and tender
If the heart were a writer, what type of works would it pen
A play, a sonnet, a novel of love of a woman and man
But the heart doesn’t speak, write, sing or play
It’s message isn’t delivered any of those ways
When we listen for the message it wants us to know
We are rewarded with feelings that continue to flow
When our hearts are so full we feel it would burst
We know what we need to, the best and the worst
While the heart cannot write, doesn’t sing cannot play
All of the art that is created comes to us this way
From the language of the heart, the feelings that flow
The heartbeats of people who listen and know
What the heart has to say in all of it’s beauty
Must be told by those who can, it’s a gift and a duty
To share with the world in the medium of art
The most beautiful language of all, the language of the heart. | |
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| Passionate Flame
Posted: 6/27/2008 6:21:10 PM | The fire of passion, the heat like a flame
A smile at the mere thought of their name
The desire, a hunger to be quenched
A heart beating fast to a soft, slow sweet kiss
The excitement, the power. the yearning
Like a roaring inferno it’s powerfully burning
At times the fire glows in the embers
Every flicker something fondly remembered
But the fire still burns is never put out
The passion it feeds on is what it’s about
The heat of desire, the longing there to feed
Is met with the loving, fulfilling the need
The fire heats up the flames shooting higher
Like fireworks a brilliant display of desire
The hunger is met for just a short while
Flames turn to embers, the glow of a smile
Knowing the fire will burn bright again
The flame of passion eternal never to end | |
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| Passionate Flame
Posted: 6/27/2008 6:27:09 PM | If You Were My Child
The stories I’ve read, the people I’ve known
Those whose childhood was barren, who felt so alone
The love they should have been shown and been given
In their growing up years, their beginning of living
The love they should know, the hugs and sweet words
Instead they were shouted at and cursed, how absurd
They were children they were born it wasn’t their choice
Yet they were forced to endure this, had not even a voice
It makes me sad beyond words, every story my heart breaks
Each child I would make mine, each child I would take
If you were my child, I’d love being your mother
With my love like a warm blanket I would cover
We’d have so much fun, every day a delight
It’d be hard to go to bed and get sleep every night
The things that we’d do, the joys we would share
Such a celebration, my child, nothing would compare
The wide-eyed wonder in discovering simple things
Learning to appreciate all the gifts that life brings
So much to show you my child, so much to share
Beyond all to show you how I love you and care
To know that each night when you lay down to sleep
You’re not alone, ever, I’m here to love, and to keep
To know as my child, you’re treasured and adored
And are free to give that love back and much more
We have so much to do, and to see, my dear child
We’ll laugh and tell stories, imaginations run wild
Together we’ll celebrate the gift of your youth
Build trust and honor between us, learn about truth
The lessons of life we’ll each learn and grow
Seeds of a future of promise and faith we will sow
The gifts we will give, the gifts we’ll receive
What it truly means to know how to believe
But now you must rest now, for we have a big day
Tomorrow’s full of things to do, places to play
As I tuck you in, kiss your head say good night
And watch you settle in and get cozy in the dim light
I sit and reflect with sadness, my heart searches for why
Any person could not love their own, I try not to cry
To rob the innocence and freedom of a new little life
To fill them with memories of hatred, anger and strife
As I sit and I wonder, the tears start to flow
The questions won’t be answered the whys never known
I remember it’s not to me the answers always are given
I turn to the One who’s all-knowing our Father in heaven
And know that someday it will all be revealed
Someday all pain will be past, all hurts will be healed
And so I can trust in His care I can rest
Trust in His guidance to do my very best
In the gift of life that is given, year after year
To share in a sorrow, wipe away a tear
But I can’t give you your childhood back again
What I can do is listen and be there, as your friend
We can share many wonderful times and tell stories
Laugh loud and often or share our concerns, our worries
I can’t change the past or make the memories go away
But your friend I can be now, right here, today
(from the depths of my soul, inspired by so many stories of the innocent beauty and wonder of childhood denied, snatched away...if you know someone that could find comfort, to know just in printed words, of how EVERY child should know and feel a mother's love, please don't hesitate one instant to share) | |
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| The Mirror of Love – The Purest Reflection
Posted: 6/27/2008 6:28:54 PM | The beauty of love, the wonder it brings
A salve for the soul, the gift without strings
A mystery and miracle all rolled up in one
The comparison of which there is none
To plumb to the depths of another’s bare soul
To know they trust in you a caretaker’s role
To guard and protect and treat with great care
The most vulnerable part of them laid bare
I’ve known of love as a mirror, a reflection
Of the deepest of me that needs tender protection
I see myself differently than my loved one does
His eyes make me want to be the woman he loves
His love, his caring and warmth draws me in
To try to explain this, I can only begin
His love and his trust brings out the best in me
And things that he sees I don’t see
My quirks and my flaws he knows and accepts
And thinks that for him, I’m the best
Which makes me want to, all the more
Be the best woman I can be for this man I adore
So love is transforming if we allow it to be
To dare to set our hearts and souls free
We take that step and start on that quest
And feel comfort, security - a mind’s quiet rest
To love someone fully is to know ourselves more
We expand our whole world like never before
We are never more fully known to anyone else than when
We’re loved fully, completely we begin yet again
Another chapter in our life, an adventure
With excitement for life, heightened pleasure
When we’ve given ourselves fully to another
We can fulfill that wonderful role of their lover
Not quite just the same as before
But better and fuller, so much more
And so we both start, together hand in hand
The rest of our lives to excitedly plan
Our futures entwined could not be brighter
Our hopes and our dreams, our goals set higher
Life is much sweeter each day in knowing
Our love is being fed, it’s nurtured and growing
So our love story had begun and is written each day
I love this man more than my words could ever say
A new beginning, a new love, and a whole new start
With the man of my dreams, the keeper of my heart
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| Our Love Grows Still
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:51:29 AM | Our Love Grows Still
Our love is alive, it grows day by day
In the things that we do, the words that we say
And yet, the wonder never ceases
Of how it could ever be more and yet it increases
I think often how could I love this man more
How could it be even better than before
Just when you think your love’s reached its peak
It goes beyond what your mind can even think
The miracle just happens, all the time
Words I’ve never had, the poetry and rhyme
Expressing in words, doing my very best
To tell him, to try to tell my eyes say the rest
I see it reflected in his , and his soft, sweet touch
That gentle smile it tells me as much
He reaches for my hand to give it a kiss
And I know now that life is never better than this
He wraps his arms around me and draws me near
I savor the closeness of the man I hold dear
If there’s heaven on earth, then surely this is
The riches in love together, my love and his
I look in his handsome face, this man I adore
And am grateful to know I’ll love him even more.
How is it possible, I could never imagine how
I no longer wonder, I am content in the here and the now
And I smile as I lay my head down each night
In knowing you just know love when it’s right
And so it is and will be that our loves grows still
For as long as we live, my heart tells me it will. | |
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| Longing from afar
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:52:37 AM | Longing from afar
Loving a man that lives far away
Isn’t always easy, I feel I must say
The longing the yearning for the simple things
To touch his sweet face the joy that it brings
Remembering times spent together is sweet
And knowing it will be the same next time you meet
The leaving is hard, the heart feels the pain
Separation is dreadful almost drives you insane
The last kiss the last touch before he catches his flight
Walking away slowly out into the night
Why do you do this one may very well ask
Why not someone who lives closer is that such a hard task
The answer to the question is just simply this
There are those who transform us in just their first kiss
In a moment, an instant we know our future is set
We’ve found that special one and now we have met
The nerves and the jitters, the hopes and the prayers
That the love we’ve known from a distance will be there
The look in the eyes and the broad smiles show
This is the person we’ve loved and now know
We can touch, we can kiss, share an embrace
And never tire of looking into each other’s face
We know and accept there’ll be times spent apart
But only in our bodies, never in our heart
We plan and look forward to day when it comes
That we’ll share our lives, make our own home
Knowing that one trip will be the very last
The packing, the flying that time will be past
We’ll begin a new phase of our love and our life
When we take each other forever as husband and wife | |
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| On the Wings of Angels
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:53:13 AM | On the Wings of Angels
On the wings of the angels God’s message He sends
To His children on earth, our loved ones, our friends
Those people He places in our lives to show forth His love
A reminder that He is watching from heaven above
The love that we show in the life that we lead
Is given from God to those who are in need
A hand, a touch a kind word and a prayer
To let someone know that we truly do care
The blessing the gift of love given and shown
Is one of the greatest pleasures we will know
So be faithful God’s children never turn away
From a friend who is hurting a soft word to say
And know that God smiles when His children obey
Are loving and tender and follow His way
For some day in life we may face the same burden
Be the one who feels torn with worry and hurting
We know we can turn to God for comfort and care
And know He’ll send his angels unaware
We’re all God messengers His angels on earth
To love each other, to affirm our own worth
So never let an opportunity pass by again
To give the love God gave you to comfort a friend | |
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| When the Words Just Come
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:53:53 AM | When the Words Just Come
When the words just come as if they won’t stop
You must write them down before your head pops
They rush in like a torrent, so swift and so strong
Your fingers fly freely as if singing their own song
The feelings are bursting, seeking their own sweet release
Once they’re captured, the pounding of your heart can now cease
You’ve caught them, they’re captured and now they’re owned
Yours to keep to yourself or share and make known
The thoughts and the feelings of knowing and giving
The gift of our love, the truest and purest joy of living
As in music, the rhythm, the pitch rises high and falls low
At times powerful and loud, at times soft and slow
Whether a symphony or a lullaby soft and sweet
Flows the love for these gifts of our lives that we meet
The ones that have found in our lives a special place
That bring us great joy, that light up our face
The words, they must come, they must be expressed
And even at times if we falter, we all do our best
To frame in language and words what we feel
We may search for the words, we know the feelings are real
If our hearts could only talk, just could say
The love that beats strong there, day after day
The words must come, they can’t be denied
It wouldn’t be right to keep them, to hide
The joy, the magic, the beauty and pure art
Of the greatest of all, the words from our heart.
It is up to us all, is our own choice
To keep inside what we feel or give it a voice
I know what I’ve chosen, and all I can say
Love feels so much better when you give it away. | |
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| His Love Lives in Me
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:54:59 AM | His Love Lives in Me
His love lives in me, it’s there and it’s real
I know it, I sense it, it’s something I feel
His love he has given, not something I’ve earned
This is one of the many things I have learned
His love is precious, more valuable than gold
Something I love to treasure and hold
It’s changed me in ways and made me so much more
He’s made the difference in me, this man I adore
His love is alive in me, though he lives far away
But we will be together forever some day
The miles and the distance won’t keep us apart
Our love is the bridge, the meeting place of the heart | |
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| More Than Words
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:56:07 AM | More Than Words
Tell me how can I do this, how do I say
What is deep inside me, in just the right way
The words they come easily, but there is much more
Things I don’t have the words for, something I can’t ignore
I try to express it, I do the best that I can
What I feel for him defies language, what I feel for my man
My heart speaks to me of him all the time
The feelings are deep and rich, totally sublime
How do I tell him these things that I feel
My heart is so filled with this, it’s so very real
If my heart had a voice and a language it could speak
It would tell me and give me this answer I seek
But our hearts have no voice so we just do our best
With the words we can find, our eyes tell the rest
Our smile, our expression, our own tender touch
Let those we love know how we feel that so much
We can speak in a way beyond words with all we have
In everything we do, and the way that we live
They can hear it and see it, experience it and that’s the way
We give our love freely with all that we are, more than we can ever say. | |
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| Always with him
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:57:09 AM | Always with him
When I'm with him I'm filled, as if I've been fed
I get all tingly, it goes straight to my head
It's as if I can sense his heart beat
We're so as one, so totally complete
Then he has to go and every day we're apart
We're still together like the beat of one heart
It's something I can't explain, nor would I try
But I feel it, I'm certain, I would never deny
He fills me, he moves, without even trying
His words make me soar, I feel like I'm flying
This is something that I constantly feel
It's genuinely inside me, no doubt it is real
His presence is palpable it surrounds and engulfs me
It draws me in close, it's a place I love to be
So no matter when we're together again, no matter how long
I am still with him in a very real way, where I know I belong. | |
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| In His Eyes
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:58:46 AM | In His Eyes
When I look in his eyes, this is what I see
So many things, a reflection to me
I see myself there, not like a mirror, but a trace
The love he has reflects softly upon his face
I see to his soul, it is tender and warm
It’s inviting to me, just like coming home
I saw all this here right from the start
Like looking at someone and reading their heart
I was drawn to him through his words and his mind
They were strong, powerful and yet so gentle and kind
Then I looked in his eyes, at his wonderful smile
His eyes seemed to twinkle and radiate all the while
His eyes tell me so much I can hardly look away
In his gaze I am mesmerized, swept away
His eyes tell me all I need to know
His words are dear to me, his eyes make it so
His voice, his presence, his touch are all soothing
He is life and breath to me, my soul he is moving
His eyes, those eyes tell a story all their own
Without even speaking, a message is known
They hold me close, embrace, comfort and heal me
I know the love between us is pure, this is meant to be | |
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| A Note for A Friend
Posted: 6/28/2008 12:03:25 PM | A hug from a friend I am sending your way
To dry up your tears and brighten your day
It’s sad to learn of and feel your sorrow
Just know it’ll be less by tomorrow
As time has a way of mending a heart
Another day to live another new start
Don’t ever regret being open to care
Our hearts were made big enough to share
Our hopes and our dreams don’t always come true
Someday again you’ll hope and dream, too
For now do what you feel for you is the best
Care for yourself be good to you never less
Just never forget there are many who care
Even a sadness will gladly share
There is much love around for you to embrace
Think of that and let it bring a smile to your face | |
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| Writing our life story
Posted: 8/28/2008 10:31:05 PM | my latest work with out spell check i have mic off but i dont know if this does i gess i could right to you on hot mail any woman wanting love letters riten for them hey that say it yes  | |
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| Writing our life story
Posted: 10/2/2008 3:57:36 PM | For Our Mother
I will speak for my my brothers and sister to say
We all thank God for her, in so many ways
We knew what was important, what mattered, we learned
Her life was her lesson, this tribute to her is well earned
She was so strong and firm, yet tender and loving
She lived it, she did it, her spirit was overflowing
She laughed often, it was like music to our ears
And though she is gone it’s with us all, through the years
She’s still with us, watching over us, as mothers will do
She’s there always, her love sees us through
She left us a treasure, far richer than gold
Her memory, her life, something wonderful to hold
Yes, dear mother was precious, our dad picked a gem
How smart our dad was, we are thankful to him
He did choose the one to be the preacher’s wife
And she did it all fabulously, she did live the life
Day in, day out in front of our eyes
In spite of the trials, she was gracious and wise
Our mother left some big shores to fill
I wouldn’t dream of trying to, I never will
I am my own woman, my own life to live
That’s one of many things my mother did give
The courage and strength to give to others
That gift of pure love, in the form of a mother. | |
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| Writing our life story
Posted: 10/2/2008 4:07:11 PM | Hi there Bucs....don't know how I have missed this thread! Some truly wonderful writing here! I'll be back, after I have time to read all of this thread. | |
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| Writing our life story
Posted: 10/2/2008 4:13:18 PM | Ahh...thanks my dear friend. Funny thing, (of course it's a story) but I never wanted to or tried to write creatively until a few years ago.
It's hard to explain, but I don't try to write anything...it's just there and I have to write it. I think you'd understand.  | |
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| Writing our life story
Posted: 10/2/2008 4:20:46 PM | | one of the signs of a writer my friend....you don't find writing....it finds you! Doesn't matter when you started....it was always there. I use to write when I was in school, but then walked away from it. I didn't start again till coming here to POF. Just let it fly! | |
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