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CORRESPONDING HEARTS.-Version 2 -by - Matthew F. Blowers III
We went from
pondering each other
with our hungry eyes
corresponding our intentions
to eventually being
enveloped in each other's arms
enjoying the reality of
love’s sweetest delivery
your feelings expressed,
scribbled in scarlet
across the bend of your lips
with gentle, coaxing smiles
while my needs were
expressed in body English
always leaning towards
where you were
and away from the loneliness
stamped on my face
I was the kind of male
you had always hoped to get
and you were the surprise
but complete package
left on my heart’s doorstep
Thankfully, the postman was Cupid
and he was not stupid
he knew we were
meant for each other
Communication is the
life source for love
without it, two who are seeking it
find it becomes long past due
and I knew when I first saw you
that I had to woo you
with more than just words
a passing glance or
one, long slow dance
I had to create an
attachment between us
that would guarantee your eager reply
to what my heart was sending you
befriending you and transcending
all those who you have written off
from your love’s passed on into the
Dear John’s, Joes and Tom’s.
and now we both correspond
in passionate promises
and whispered sighs
before we go to bed
and when we rise,
making small talk into
immense volumes
of poetic bliss that
only true lovers can share
postmarked in our eyes
for all the rest of their lives,
What could be better than this?
Perhaps just your
delight at this song
that I have chronicled for you
sent straight from my
fingertips and my lips
which you now eagerly bend
to seal with your kiss....
I LOVE YOU.
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By Art~Whimsically YoursWe went from
pondering each other
with our hungry eyes
corresponding our intentions
to eventually being
enveloped in each other's arms
enjoying the reality of
love’s sweetest delivery
your feelings expressed,
scribbled in scarlet
across the bend of your lips
with gentle, coaxing smiles
while my needs were
expressed in body English
always leaning towards
where you were
and away from the loneliness
stamped on my face
I was the kind of male
you had always hoped to get
and you were the surprise
but complete package
left on my heart’s doorstep
Thankfully, the postman was Cupid
and he was not stupid
he knew we were
meant for each other
Communication is the
life source for love
without it, two who are seeking it
find it becomes long past due
and I knew when I first saw you
that I had to woo you
with more than just words
a passing glance or
one, long slow dance
I had to create an
attachment between us
that would guarantee your eager reply
to what my heart was sending you
befriending you and transcending
all those who you have written off
from your love’s passed on into the
Dear John’s, Joes and Tom’s.
and now we both correspond
in passionate promises
and whispered sighs
before we go to bed
and when we rise,
making small talk into
immense volumes
of poetic bliss that
only true lovers can share
postmarked in our eyes
for all the rest of their lives,
What could be better than this?
Perhaps just your
delight at this song
that I have chronicled for you
sent straight from my
fingertips and my lips
which you now eagerly bend
to seal with your kiss....
I LOVE YOU.