Whistle me a lullaby,
then wipe the tears from my eye.
With your love I gently sigh
yet these are happy tears I cry.
The joy I feel simply glows
and on your face it clearly shows.
We nurture our love so it grows,
while passion through our blood-it flows.
I want to laugh and to cry;
have no fear and don't ask why;
Instead I look into the sky,
and offer thanks for this slice of pie.
This piece of pie is made of you,
with a beautiful heart and eyes of blue.
You’re always here seeing love through,
fighting for us in all that you do.
This light we share is made of love,
a love that fits us just like a glove.
I hear angels singing from Heaven above,
as they send to us a beautiful dove.
We kiss the dove then set it free
and watch it fly to the edge of the sea.
It soars away content and carefree
while I bask in the glow of you loving me.
They call me Alaurilee
- Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup
- I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~