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Flowers on your table,
Pillow fights at night,
Kisses in the morning,
And never a dull moment.
The flirting will not cease,
The courting will not stop,
My love will be unending,
And your wish will be my desire.
I'll make a home just for you,
Put food on your table,
Show you my thanks every single day,
And remind you of how beautiful you really are.
Everything I have will be yours,
I'll be your best friend forever,
Because you gave your heart to me,
And that is something I just cannot match.
Pounding Callous Wave of Night by AmmonDavisFilms, literature
Literature
Pounding Callous Wave of Night
The pounding callous wave of night
That beats upon my fevered brow,
Until the coming day of light.
Which pulses, throbbing and I fight
To fall asleep but know not how,
In pounding callous wave of night.
No soothing whisper is in sight,
Nor caring comfort closing now
Until the coming day of light.
And sweat will fall until the height
That I uphold, will drop to bow
To pounding callous wave of night.
Then deaths own dust, Oh, I shall bite
And find in earth my peace somehow,
Until the coming day of light.
And now until my soul ignite,
With patience just, I must allow
The pounding callous wave of night
Until the coming day
For what the light is, is love by AmmonDavisFilms, literature
Literature
For what the light is, is love
As I lay on my back,
And gaze towards the sky,
Heaven seems to smile at me.
Past the darkening veil,
Light pokes on through
and twinkles ever so brightly.
I know what it means,
For I have seen it before,
Though not in the stars above.
It is what I have seen
In your sparkling eyes,
For what the light is, is love.
The night starts to fade
Over the western edge
And the mountains begin to glow.
Pastel purples - yellows and reds,
Paint the Heaven's sky
And the sun begins to show.
I know what it means,
For I have seen it before,
Though not in the dawning day.
But when I've seen you
And I catch my breath
Before beauty steals
Lingers the pale silence of the morn
Awaiting as the night embraces
The darkness, so quiet and forlorn
As the ringing of the light chases.
Echoing lightly across the air,
Scattering shadows that smother still,
Breathing life into thee resting there,
Heavens warmth casting out hells chill.
Were I as those from thence on high are
Watching over thee whilst thou slumber
As holy light falls from clouds above.
And If I could from the nearest star
Take from it light that would linger
To give thee instead, all of my love.
Variation on 'Dawn' by AmmonDavisFilms, literature
Literature
Variation on 'Dawn'
Softly lingers on the air
The deepening silence of the morn
Awaiting as the nights embrace
Of darkness slinks away forlorn.
Heavens warmth, oh, breaking thus
Through the shroud that covers earth,
Casting off Hells deepest chill,
Breathing life and giving birth.
Sueña y suena por el aire,
Se cae la luz que le quebra
De la noche el fiero fiebre
Y por tí se romp cadena!
Stretching out her tender gaze
Upon thee as thou ride the night,
And lifting thee through cloudy brume
In the ecstasy of heavenly light.
Were I as those who dawn the clouds
And send upon thee whilst thou dream
Mornings ra
Deadly dropping through the sky,
Rushing towards a dismal end,
Shutters as the wind howls by,
From the clouds where life began.
A teary life that is a drop,
Of rain that falls from up on high,
Crashing down to earth to plop,
Amongst the flower buds to die.
But just as death is drawing nigh,
A beam from God quick pierces through,
And punctures through the weary sky,
Bursting through the droplet blue.
Shards of light now shatter down,
Upon the earth a gem-filled crown,
Heaven's love shines over me,
Through you a rainbow now I see.
How thus, dear Friend by AmmonDavisFilms, literature
Literature
How thus, dear Friend
From she whose light thus falling from,
Soft dances brightly in mine eye,
How thus oh gentle kindness comes.
Such sweet sincerest note is strung,
Here carries melodies on high,
And lightens whence the day is done.
Then past the word left from the tongue,
Breaks beauty deep that shines so nigh,
How thus oh gentle kindness comes.
When heart hangs low and maelstroms spun,
Said angel makes my burdens lie,
And lightens whence the day is done.
With tender touch and smile hung
Graced on me who passes by
How thus oh gentle kindness comes.
Much more are thee then this I cry,
Dear friend thou art an blessing by,
And lightens whence t
The Dance Of The Moth by OctoberAzriel, literature
Literature
The Dance Of The Moth
Few have ever witnessed the dancing of the moth
When he flits across the ceiling in the night
A most magical scene as he dances back and forth
And he's never lacking elegance in flight
As he swoops and twirls to a song all his own
A song, of which, us humans will never hear
And at first glance he appears to dance alone
A closer look reveals that something's there
Once he had a partner he loved with all his heart
And when she passed she left a piece behind
For their souls could not bear to ever have to part
So she left her shadow there for him to find
For this serenade's designed not for one but two
It's a tribute for the lovers o