Eyes of Love

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if ever i beheld such eyes of love,
upon my life, i swear i see them now
my lover’s heart is purer than the dove
his kisses are like sweet wine o! and how

his touch upon my face as we alone
now dance beneath the stars that light the earth
delights me, truer love i have not known
and in him, i have realized new bright

for every love before this blessed night
had left regret and deepest sorrow sown
my new love dressed in heaven’s purest light
is sweeter than the fairest rose bloom grown

my love now hear my promise fair and pure
so shall our love forever more be true
and when the mountain fail to endure
my love will cover you like morning dew

This is a poem I wrote in 1998. I was so in love. But things got really ugly between us and we broke up after 3 years. I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else then. Now, I’m much happier and have a stable, wonderful husband…Oh, how time changes us…

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Every Blade of Grass

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Every blade of grass knows that something isn’t right
And every blade of grass knows I’m missing you tonight
The trees wave in their sympathy
The birds sing, but it seems so sad to me
The flowers are all in bloom, but my heart’s an empty room
Because I’m all alone. This place can’t be a home without you here.

Every spider’s web will show a veil of tears I’ve shed
When the morning sun rises above
As the river flows, silently it goes
And I speak a word and hope it reaches you.
As I look around me, the stars shine bright above,
If only you were here, I’d share this precious love

Every blade of grass knows that something isn’t right.
Every blade of grass knows I’m missing you tonight.

copyright 1997 Angel Stoner

 

I wish I had some wisdom to share about diligence and discipline. My grandparents had it. I lack it–terribly. I told myself I would write every day–or at least a few times a week for 3 months on this blog. After all, if I want to be a professional writer, I have to be able to meet deadlines and everything…and life has been crazy and I’ve been working a lot–and I let that stand in the way of going after my writing dreams. Well, here I am, saying I am going to make a better effort to post something several times a week if not every day. Even if it’s a song/poem I wrote in 1997, like this one. But I like it. Do you?

Not a Knight

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You were not a knight in shining armor
I was not a captive princess
You did not rescue me from wickedness
I did not wear one glass slipper

Fairy tales and happily e’er after
Cannot be the reality
I know. I watched for them from my window
When I looked up from my Snow White

I am not as naive as I once was
But I am not jaded. I love you
More than a feeling, Love is a knowing
A fact, and yet, a dream come true

After the illusion of perfection
After we began to see faults
We still love each other better than before
Even if mice can’t be horses

There is so much more than romance
So much more than passion
Laughter, dancing, children, even bills
You are my perfect companion

While some will spend years wondering
Where is happily ever after?
My love for you is abiding
Better than a fairy tale