Love is like a wild waterfall And louder than a lion’s roar. Into your heart fast to install. Love is like a wild waterfall That makes you over ten feet tall With wings that to heaven you’ll soar. Love is like a wild waterfall And louder than a lion’s roar.
Edvard Munch, Two Human Beings. The Lonely Ones (1905)
Magic
There’s such a magical moment When you’re ever close by my side But sad when you’re at a distant There’s such a magical moment To feel your kisses so potent Giving feelings that I can’t hide There’s such a magical moment When you’re ever close by my side
A journey that will take us through the night With moments that will not be forgotten Of countless shining stars that fill our eyes As we lie together on the sweet grass
With moments that will not be forgotten We plan for the days of those yet to come While there is laughter thinking of the past Holding hands wishing our feelings will last
We plan for the days of those yet to come A ritual done when we visit here No matter the specific time of year To our special place that we hold so dear
A ritual done when we visit here Adjusting to make sure our path is clear Building consensus on our next big move Entering many spats that do not last
Adjusting to make sure our path is clear For we do not know where the path will end Admitting now we are no longer young But there’s many things that will never change
For we do not know where the path will end Our new plans take on a shorter distance But we still bicker on what’s to be done A journey that will take us through the night
Seeking with words a route thou love to sway
Pondered over every word there enclosed
Yet felt didn’t quite say what wanted to say
Fearful my thoughts of thee would be opposed
Lacked courage needed to read thee the verse
Coward would drop it at thou door and run
Mailing it to thee would be even worse
To burn the poem would mean we are done
Soundly struggled for simple solution
One where desire to read it you persist
But I won’t be seeking absolution
For now we can lovingly coexist
In a bottle with cork of perfect fit
Was the love poem taken to the sea
Cuddled at the beach we anxiously sit
Asking this be the day its comes to thee