08-25-2017, 12:01 AM
A way into a woman's heart is with kind words of love. Poetry is an ancient art of courtship. In this day and age it is often overlooked and thus if practiced you possess a keen edge over the competition.
Here are a couple of samples I put together for a girl I am courting. I will let you know how it goes.
Searching for love of a special kind
i've searched my whole life and never find
this day could change
a destiny preordained
hoping, beyond measure, for something real
something exciting that I can feel
oh things just wont stay the same
something is coming to dull the pain
i reach out my hand for something new
alone, one, becoming two
a union divine, something sweet
to pass the time, a chance to meet
As she comes..
Dressed is beauty she awaits
as if sent from the heaven's gates
her words spill forth to reveal from within
a heart and a soul waiting for love to begin
perfection is there, flowing hidden within her
she has not eyes to see it as it were
so she waits, and she hopes, yearning for the day
that her heart can be filled and she finds the way
into that special place where we all fall so deep
the place where never ending love awaits
it is where i wait too
longing for her touch
her taste
yet she is too much
too much beauty
too perfect
if only she could see
where she sits in my eyes
she would understand
that she is a prize
Here are a couple of samples I put together for a girl I am courting. I will let you know how it goes.
Searching for love of a special kind
i've searched my whole life and never find
this day could change
a destiny preordained
hoping, beyond measure, for something real
something exciting that I can feel
oh things just wont stay the same
something is coming to dull the pain
i reach out my hand for something new
alone, one, becoming two
a union divine, something sweet
to pass the time, a chance to meet
As she comes..
Dressed is beauty she awaits
as if sent from the heaven's gates
her words spill forth to reveal from within
a heart and a soul waiting for love to begin
perfection is there, flowing hidden within her
she has not eyes to see it as it were
so she waits, and she hopes, yearning for the day
that her heart can be filled and she finds the way
into that special place where we all fall so deep
the place where never ending love awaits
it is where i wait too
longing for her touch
her taste
yet she is too much
too much beauty
too perfect
if only she could see
where she sits in my eyes
she would understand
that she is a prize

