And there on the third morning
As the trumpets of heaven sounded
High on the hill, he stood
brighter than the rising sun.
And from the valley below
And the host of angels above
They cried, they cried
He has risen,
he has risen.
And I being weak
Could not look upon him
For shame, so heavy
fell upon me.
I bought her flowers on Friday
Three beautiful red roses…
One to say I loved you yesterday,
One to say I love you today,
One to say I will love you tomorrow.
I watch their fate, moments in time
One by one they grew tired
Losing petals as they waited patiently.
Little did I know they meant more
Than just love…
But the genesis,
of what was..
of what is..
And what will be..
By Friday, next..
Her three beautiful red roses
once full of life, laid dead in the vase.
And she was no where to be found.
Laughter, and mocking jeers greet the old woman as she peddles her empty cart through the crowded market. They think her a fool but she cares not, for they fail to see that her cart is full of hope, promise and glad tidings for those whom she loves most.© IS12/G2014
I remember the first time you let me hold your hand.. We sat watching the sunset, and people strolling along unaware.. I slipped my hand into yours and squeezed lightly.. You looked at me, with my callow smirk and smiled. I knew right there our journey together had only just begun.
I remember the first time you let me kiss you..That awkward first kiss to say the least. You closed your eyes, and turned your head until you felt my lips press to yours. When you opened them again my inane smirk was the first thing you saw. You didn’t turn away, no instead you kissed me again. I knew right then that loves journey had only just begun.
I remember back to the first time we made love.. I felt your chest rise and fall as we laid wrapped in each other’s arms.. Two young lovers stealing awkward minutes, both unsure of what we were doing. I could see in your eyes that it didn’t really matter for you, for we had already fallen in love.© IS12/G2014