++++++Benevolently Beloved'++++++ ++++++Democratic Party Idealog'++++++ ++++++Wellness Empowered++++++

Saturday, January 14, 2006

New Years 2006, Behold; A Door To Open

All photos copyright 2005 Mark Robert Gates, unless otherwise noted
 Posted by Picasa

Valentine's Poem

© 2001 Mark Robert Gates

Softened like butter,
Dreamier than melted chocolate fudge,
Our taste is sweet and lingers on my tongue,
Of love being given in desire’s buffet,
Born on a gentle nudge,
And of our loving being given to a joy
Forever young.
The allure is sweet for eternity,
And will never slip nor budge.

Chorus: I feel the caress of angels,
Soft like your skin,
Whenever you come near,
And you behold me closer.
And I know why the unenlightened,
Believe our love is a sin.
Will we ever give up forever’s arms
For a forgery? “No sir!”
Will we settle for a tomorrow filled with hate?
“What then?”

My cold hard core is gone in the pool
Of chocolate melting,
And I won’t ever find reason,
To be hard on you again.
The delicacy called chocolate,
Is sweetened sugar melting,
Our souls together into a concoction,
Which won’t regain,
The emptiness of our two lives,
Before mating in this smelting.

Chorus

Our existence was made for us,
And our love-fest dreams,
Our desires met are a heart’s
Heavenly pleasure.
Our being was created to do
Every will of our schemes,
The overflowing abundance
Of our joy is rich treasure,
And every need and personal pleasure,
Create life’s themes.

Chorus

I held up our tomorrow to eternity
And it matched perfectly,
Whoever put us together breathed life
Into our creation.
The up or the down choice is solved
For us here emotionally,
Whoever created the heartbeat,
Gave limitless, passion,
You, and I, now our love,
And a life we belong to sensationally.
     
Chorus: I feel the caress of angels,
Soft like your skin,
Whenever you come near,
And you behold me closer.
And I know why the unenlightened,
Believe our love is a sin.
Will we ever give up forever’s arms
For a forgery “No sir!”
Will we settle for a tomorrow filled with hate?
“What then?”