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Poetry
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HEARTBEATS
I can feel your heartbeat
With each beat of mine
Loving you is easy
I'm not even trying
Yes, I can feel
your heartbeat
With each beat of mine
I can feel your heart beat
So close to mine
Loving you is no mistake
It's
as easy
As each breath I take
Yes, I can feel your heartbeat
So close to mine
Look into my face
My love,
these eyes are cryin
Not because I'm sad or blue
I am overwhelmed by you
Yes, I can feel your heart beat
With
each beat of mine
I can feel your heart beat
With each pulse of mine
Though we're a thousand miles apart
My
love for you runs through my veins
Pulsing with each beat
Of my heart
Yes I can feel your heart beat
With
each breath I take
Reaching deep within my heart
And with every beat of mine
My precious love, I shall;
For;
all of time...**
© Gwendolyn Bourgeois
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YOU ARE ALWAYS NEAR
ME
For all of the beautiful people on this site,,,,,,,,,,
I came to you with a smile in
my heart
You did not turn me away,
Instead, you listened patiently
To what I had to say
I came to you, tembling
with fear
And you calmed me with only
The touch of your hand
You told me I had no-thing or no-one to fear
For
fear was something made by man
I came to you, filled with sadness and pain
As too many of life's obstacles
Had
knocked me down
You picked me up; you lifted me
And told me you would always be around
I came to you with tears
in my eyes
Feeling oh so lost and alone
You gently wiped them away
As you comforted me once more
And said,"you
would always be
just an angel's breath away"
I came to you on bended knee
Asking to be forgiven
And as I
felt your whisper
So near to my ear
I knew there was smile a upon your face,as,
You said "Forgive yourself; my precious
one,
and you shall be forgiven" **
© Gwendolyn Bourgeois
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THE LIGHT
OF GOD'S LOVE
The light of God's love ,
Is like that of the flawless beauty,
Of a perfect rose .
Starting
as a bud,
As you watch it grow into a full bloom.
Basking in the glorious sunshine,
Fragrant and breathtaking.
Sometimes,
for some of us,
It is hard to find, feel, and hold onto,
Because of the many prickly thorns
That get in the way
of our daily lives.
But, if we are strong, and determined,
And undeterred,
No thorn could ever keep us away from
it
Once we have found it, and felt it**
© Gwendolyn Bourgeois
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IN HER DREAMS
For those who have no one.
IN HER DREAMS
She walks the streets,
In tattered clothing,
ragged shoes,
And an old straw hat.
She says, to protect
Her once velvet skin,
From the scorching sun.
She
pushes a small run down baby carriage,
And watches over it, as if it were filled
with treasures,
For it holds her
every possession.
As evening falls,
She finds her way to an old park bench.
Her bed for the night; her buggy ever
near.
She sings lullabies to no one,
As she stares at the skies above.
She talks to the stars, as if by doing so,
She
has someone,anyone.
She then drifts off to sleep,an emptiness
in her heart, a hunger in her soul;
In her dreams,
she lives the life of
beauty she once knew, her bittersweet
yesterdays.
She is awakened by the sounds of the light
of
another day, and knows she must be on her
way.
For she cannot stay, No she cannot stay
So...
She walks the streets
in tattered clothing,
Ragged shoes, and an old straw hat,
The only life she now knows**
© Gwendolyn Bourgeois
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