musiclady2424
New member
Fine thoughts!
There are times to remember, times to forget;
cherish the joys and dispel the regret.
Keep all the good bits and discard the bad,
much better be cheerful, then mournful and sad.
Fond memories are useful, when you're feeling blue,
a store house of treasures, just waiting for you.
To come to the point, these things we can give;
to those who are precious, or with whom we live.
Kind words, soft touch, a hug or a smile;
don't just rush off, but stay for a while.
Show them the warmth and love they deserve,
gems for their store house, that they can preserve.
Don't just pretend or attention to feign,
such a deception, is effort in vain;
Don't leave remorse or reproach not to give,
like you being sorry, or they to forgive;
Give when it matters, to make sure they know;
that you really care, for such love to grow.
Give time and place, for pleasure to share;
your tenderest feelings, to make them aware;
of how you regard them, a bond that is strong;
a need just to show , how much they belong;
to that special part, of the inner you,
their influence forming, your character anew.
"Fine thoughts" you may say, "but what's in it for me?"
a place in the thoughts and sweet memory
of those for whom, we care or desire,
that heightened affection to which we aspire.
Give your love freely, be sure to recall;
that love with a price, is not love at all.
"But how will I know?" may be your concern,
such as you give them, so they shall return.
"But what if you're wrong", you may also ask,
their response is inert and visage a mask;
You've given your all and still they don't show,
a sign to acknowledge, the gift you bestow.
The answer to this, depends how you feel;
to show them the hurt, or try to conceal;
if your love is wasting, you may just concede;
and give to another, for whom there's a need.
Trust is a measure, when emotions lay bared;
love is not love, unless it is shared.
There are times to remember, times to forget;
cherish the joys and dispel the regret.
Keep all the good bits and discard the bad,
much better be cheerful, then mournful and sad.
Fond memories are useful, when you're feeling blue,
a store house of treasures, just waiting for you.
To come to the point, these things we can give;
to those who are precious, or with whom we live.
Kind words, soft touch, a hug or a smile;
don't just rush off, but stay for a while.
Show them the warmth and love they deserve,
gems for their store house, that they can preserve.
Don't just pretend or attention to feign,
such a deception, is effort in vain;
Don't leave remorse or reproach not to give,
like you being sorry, or they to forgive;
Give when it matters, to make sure they know;
that you really care, for such love to grow.
Give time and place, for pleasure to share;
your tenderest feelings, to make them aware;
of how you regard them, a bond that is strong;
a need just to show , how much they belong;
to that special part, of the inner you,
their influence forming, your character anew.
"Fine thoughts" you may say, "but what's in it for me?"
a place in the thoughts and sweet memory
of those for whom, we care or desire,
that heightened affection to which we aspire.
Give your love freely, be sure to recall;
that love with a price, is not love at all.
"But how will I know?" may be your concern,
such as you give them, so they shall return.
"But what if you're wrong", you may also ask,
their response is inert and visage a mask;
You've given your all and still they don't show,
a sign to acknowledge, the gift you bestow.
The answer to this, depends how you feel;
to show them the hurt, or try to conceal;
if your love is wasting, you may just concede;
and give to another, for whom there's a need.
Trust is a measure, when emotions lay bared;
love is not love, unless it is shared.