Shauntelle
A daughter is a special gift.
Mary's daughter Shauntelle,
in group prayer, we lift.
Se lost her way and was feeling low.
Where to turn, she did not know.
So we join together in this group prayer,
That God be with her and she know His care.
Hopefully, she will weather this storm,
And a loving relationship with
herself, Mary and God will form.
Supported by this heart felt group prayer,
She will know that many, really do care.
Strengthened by our love, she will emerge
happy and strong,.
And know on this Earth, she does belong!!
Leslie Powell
| The Strength of a man
No hug or kiss for a man sick in bed
A timeless remedy is a womans breast
Laying his head upon it for comfort and rest
Though out the ages man has conquered lands
His strength; the test by which he is measured a man
No weakness shall he show, his belly he will not expose
A hundred men he will face without fears of deaths door
The strength of a man is not his mass
It is the gentle touch of a womans hand
A dying man will call for his "Life"
The woman, his strength through out time
His life he will give; the woman who held his ailing head
Ther secrect of mans strength her tender breast
Under the flesh, he hears the beating of her loving heart
I am here do not fear with each beat of her heart does he hear
His weakest moment is his greatest victory, when he drops a single tear
for the love of a woman that gives him strength
to be the man this land expects
Paul G. Dailey | | Loving
I stare Out beyond the sea, wondering about love and me
I feel the mist from the ocean spray
as the waves crash just feet away
I dream of moments when love was fresh
the warmth of love flowing through the flesh
every thought of that love
reminds me of loves test
painful as it is, the pleasure of love is part of life
tender touch and warm kisses began when we were kids
Everything is brighter in life when love is given
by that special person
wakening at night to see the beauty of love laying there
brings peace to the heart and pride to the soul
the ultimate lover in your life
Your best friend
your Wife!
Paul G. Dailey |
Me, Myself and Ideals!
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I look, I see the pain in my eyes
Laughed I have but mostly cries
Beyond the window of smiling glass
Is a life of hurt a nightmare so harsh
Beyond a beauty only my love can see
Is painful memories staring at me
Through the glass you leap into my soul
Into a depth of sorrow a black hole
Out he jumps and pains my heart
My uncle you etched me with a dart
Never to touch but you did as you willed
My dignity you took, my innocence you killed
As I grew I learned how to heal
I learned to love, I learned to feel
So now I look through that window again
I got past the hurt ,got past the pain
I now see a woman of courage and strength
Was hard to get there, went to great lengths
But thank you my uncle for giving me will
A love I can now give a heart I can fill
For in that window I can now see a fire
I am burning to breath I now have desire
My soul is touched for I have found love
And I leave you my friend to the man above…
Debra Lloyd | | |
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