Dale
For You Always and Forever
Nov 10, 2014
For You Always and Forever
I'll always be there,
When you need me,
I'll always be there,
This you will see.
I'll always be there,
To make you smile.
I'll always be there,
For a very long while.
I'll always be there,
To hold your hand.
I'll always be there,
By your side, I'll stand.
I'll always be there,
Forever by your side.
I'll always be there,
A place for you to hide.
I'll always be there,
To give you my all.
I'll always be there,
To catch you if you fall.
I'll always be there,
To be your world,
I'll always be there,
Till the very end.
So you see my dove
I am always there.
To help you along,
And show you I care.
D.Adams
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Recent Move
Nov 10, 2014
Been a long time since I've been on and doing my thing. I'm back and posting soon. I made a move to South Carolina alone and change some things in my life other than writing and music. Thank you
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True Love Has It All
Oct 28, 2012
True Love Has It All
True love is blind, though it waits before your eyes.
On the outside you only see a disguise
From the moment you meet the attraction starts
But true love is found in your souls and in hearts.
A Spiritual affinity sent from above
Trust your soul and your feelings to sense true love
Not seen nor heard and often unrecognized
Do not insist on seeing it with your eyes
Souls meet on a level senses can't define
And it can't be explained by merely the mind
Certain people meet and they feel a reaction
Chemistry alone is only attraction
The spiritual affinity is a must
Sexual attraction alone is pure lust
It's when you've found both that true love's come to call
Friendship and desire, true love has it all.
D. Adams
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The Shore
Oct 9, 2012
The Shore
If memory has a center, let it be here
Unless, that is, a fever takes it, the brain.
A hole the size of who we were, or worse,
Who we would be, who we are now, now
Ask the man inside his small bay window.
Not that his wife is a stranger, Far from it.
If ever she leaves his room a moment,
She returns to him as the long lost face,
To a happiness he forgot he had.
And so the art of moving forward, loss
Over loss in waves against the shore.
Just listen to his music, the unlikely
Way it shivers through him, his language,
Worn to something crystal in the current.
See his eyes close as his hands begin,
A face afloat at the black of his piano.
The deeper he goes, the darker the gloss,
The more sand he lets fall through the hour.
Whatever binds ones measure to another,
It binds the damage the way air binds objects.
In a room, until one day his wife stops,
Transfixed above a sink of dishes, to say,
How strange, I was just about to do that.
A glass chimes in her hand. Then she rinses,
Mindful, places it on it's mouth to dry.
Each one listening for the next to speak.
D. Adams
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