Time for You: Love Is You

If I Could Write You A Poem…

By M.V.Marcks

It would include links to a few great songs:

“Before I Let Go”

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You make me happy, this you can bet, yeah
You stood right beside me, yeah, and I won’t forget
And I really love you, you should know
I want to make sure I’m right, boy, before I let go, yeah
Yeah, yeah

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What Are We Waiting For

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Reasons to call include
Going after the kill
I watched as love ensued
And I lost every ounce of my own free will
I see your mouth it’s a healthy shade of pink
But its only time that is keeping our bodies from sinking into the ground

What are we waiting for oh what are we waiting for

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You eclipse my fears,

Easing my pain.

You had me at “Yes dear.”

Like a bad dream,

Too anxious, I accepted the wrong steed.

No longer asleep, but deeply ashamed,

To take the high road, I detoured.

Sad and scarred,

Yet determined to make it on my own,

Creating shelter for a filly,

Beautiful and innocent too.

Another came along,

More magnificent and proud,

He slowed to my pace,

He walked alongside me,

Patient and strong

Mesmerized, my hand reached,

And I caressed a silky mane.

Satisfied by touch,

Enough to last a lifetime.

Yet no longer naive,

Fear made me bound ahead.

I exclaimed to myself,

“This is too good to be true!”

I veered from you,

More lonelier than before,

A coward and foolish too.

You caught up to me,

Blindsiding me,

Knocking me off my feet,

No longer touching the ground.

My hot blooded steed,

You disheveled, uprooted and conquered me.

And I glimpsed the dark horses that we left in the distance.

We took off together,

I knew what to do,

So I leaned into you,

Then whispered my prayer:

“Lord please show me how to tighten my grip,

Because I don’t want to lose my hold over you.”

….Now I am Yours and you are Mine!!!

Vertigo


Unos, dos, tres, catorce!

Lights go down, it’s dark, the jungle is your head
Can’t rule your heart, a feeling so much stron-
-ger than a thought, your eyes are wide and though your soul
It can’t be bought, your mind can wander


Hello, hello! (¡Hola!)
I’m at a place called Vertigo (¿Dónde está?)
It’s everything I wish I didn’t know
Except you give me something
I can feel
Feel

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