Tears Upon My Cheek




As I Sit Here In The Early Morning
Quiet All Alone
As I Sit Here Thinking
Of You, Of Us

I Cant Help But Worry About Our Lives
I Cant Help But Worry About Our Loves
I Try To Shake The Vision Of Sadness From My Mind
I Try To Shake The Thoughts Of Failure From My Heart

Desperate For A Chance To Hold Onto Something Shared
Desperate For A Chance To Try Once More
But I'm Left With So Much Confusion In My Soul
But I'm Left With So Much Love For You

And I Know That There Will Come A Day Soon
And I Know That There Is So Much More To See
I'll Find Comfort, Peace Of Mind , Lasting Love
I'll Find Forgiveness From Our Father Up Above

For At Last I Am Not Blind Yes I Can See
For At Last I Can Understand The Urgency
And On That Day I Will Be Reborn Anew
And On That Day We Will Feel The Pain No More

All At Once The Clearness Of What Once Was Blind
All At Once I'll Know That Your Forever Mine
I Will Drop Down On Knees And Thank Our Lord
I Will Drop Down On My Knees And Know His Love

Then As I Sit Here In The Early Morning All Alone
Then I Will Realize The Magic I've Been Shown
I Can Love You Dear For From Now On Until I'm Called
I Can Sense Every Touch Even If Its Very Small

And Feel Satisfied Inside To Have You In My Life
And Be Content With Knowing That You Chose Me For Your Wife
I Will Never Have To Ever Feel Empty Again No Never More
God Had Placed Us Both Together Safe On Shore

You Have Me To Walk With Hand In Hand
I'll Have You To Protect Me The Best That You Can
Perfect Thoughts Between Us You And I
He Has Al owed Us Both To See Things Eye To Eye

So If You See Tears Upon My Cheek Dear I'm Not Sad
The Tears OF Joy That I Shed Are Meant For Me To Have
I Now Know That It Is Just As It Was Meant For It To Be
God Picked Me For You And You For Me.


Written by Jean Marie Boudreau

Hmmmm....I read it?
But I don't like anything more that interperson-ness love poems. All others are like being in love with only some concept, or projection, of love, rather than person you're in it's reality with!
When poets introduce omnipotency over love matters, like God, the love rug is pulled out from under the mortal feet of us carbon based critters, and into fresh air above our minds.
My loves my all, and that's all I always to give always! And it's loss, or of my life while in this love, is the most beautiful mystery about love and life within itself, as you never know when it's going to either collapse or break out!

"I hate love as it makes me feel so bloody mortal: but I love to bleed from it's slippery keep!
Burn bright but not for long, my love, as all I have is one life to give" (quotes Jaspers)

Love Jasper

Sorry, one "to" too many: I'm tired

Love Jasper

giggling....that's ok...right now I don't know if I like it and I wrote it.....lol


Jeannoh