HOME OF THE FLOWING PEN
373,124 poems read
Finding His Happiness
I would like to write a love poem
Yet I am a very busy girl
It seems a touch of sadness
Has crept softly into his world
So I am off to ask the mystic moon
If I might pick a star from the sky
The reason that I ask for one
To put a sparkle in his eyes
Then in the morn I shall beg the sun
If I could borrow one of its rays
It is the only thing that can come close
To the smile on his face that plays
Then I would search out a beautiful rose
To borrow brilliant reds that be
To bring back that color of happiness
That once danced upon his cheeks
At last I would seek a nightengale
A perfect song, now, I am after
To fill the world with beautiful music
Until I can hear, once more, his laughter
So forgive me if I take my leave
There will be many love poems to come
It seems right now I must seek out
Treasures of moon, roses, and sun
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-16-04
Yet I am a very busy girl
It seems a touch of sadness
Has crept softly into his world
So I am off to ask the mystic moon
If I might pick a star from the sky
The reason that I ask for one
To put a sparkle in his eyes
Then in the morn I shall beg the sun
If I could borrow one of its rays
It is the only thing that can come close
To the smile on his face that plays
Then I would search out a beautiful rose
To borrow brilliant reds that be
To bring back that color of happiness
That once danced upon his cheeks
At last I would seek a nightengale
A perfect song, now, I am after
To fill the world with beautiful music
Until I can hear, once more, his laughter
So forgive me if I take my leave
There will be many love poems to come
It seems right now I must seek out
Treasures of moon, roses, and sun
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-16-04
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Finding His Happiness
Finding His Happiness