softly softly...

[edenfield]

I tried to run, tried to hide
wherever i turn
your in my everything

Tried to laugh, instead of cry
whichever i slide
You touch this everything

From my blood
to my tide
Fused inside...,
He's simply everything

He holds my heart
He wears it well
wherever he goes

He'll be our everything

[Jon Butcher]

Really liked this poems flow and rhythm, especially the first two paragraghs.
And you put your point across well. Nice.

[Johnnice]

why i cant take my eye off you?
because im crazy about you....
but you dont know that

[edenfield]

cemented skies stare me out as i crawl from the floor.
hawks come first...

Forrest kings, Fine shepards...
Entu.


so fortify yourself, my luv an' all,,
the celtic seed...
our ancient glory...

and ride the fucking weather baby