Montag, 29. Juli 2019

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (95)




                                              My heart


What is this thing called love?
My heart with thee I pleat.
Two souls with but one thought,
Two hearts with but one beat.
Oh, say were does love come from?
She comes, and she is here.
Then tell why does she vanish?
Don’t cry, it wasn’t her.
What do you know of pure love?
When she’s relenting her own will.
And when is love the deepest?
When she is very still.
How then is love a treasure?
When glad she freely gives.
Not sold for Gold or measure,
True love for ever lives.



Once in a while

Once in a while we all need a friend

Once in a while the touch of a hand.

Once in a while a loving smile

Everyone needs these things once in a while

Once in a while a wish or two

Once in a while that wish to come true

Once in a while we need someone to share

Everyone needs someone’s loving Care.

Once in a while a warm embrace

Once in a while a familiar face

Once in a while a shoulder to cry on

Everyone needs someone’s strength to relay on

Once in a while the wind in your hair

Once in a while a day without care

Once in a while on the top of a hill

Everyone sometimes needs to be very still

Once in a while hear the voice that’s within

Once in a while we all need to begin

To know the best gift is a friend’s warm smile

Everyone needs a friend once in a while






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