The Quickening of the Heart
Eyes open wide, but inside I’m still searching;
Gotta find a wife before the end of the road.
Driven all my life on these feet I’m still using;
Following the light that I keep in my soul.
When all is said and done I want you to paint my picture.
The story of a son, with champagne in his hand.
Lived my life way too long always being a loser;
I think it’s time I find my true loves master plan.
People speak in words; I want to be telepathic.
Understand their minds with just a single glance.
I want to know her and taste her magic.
I think it’s time for us to take our first dance.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2021 10:10
- Category: Love
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Comments1
No man is a loser who has the capacity to love another. Excellent write Aa. ; ) AP
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