I’ve listened to or read,
some of the greatest poets and bards,
that have left us their words through the years.
So many of those words,
have left my heart full of happiness,
and some others have moved me to tears.
Some wars have been started,
from the stirring speeches people spoke,
that sent many brave men to their grave.
Many eloquent tongues,
have demanded peace and harmony,
and we will honor those word they gave.
Fine words have been written,
upon our monuments and statues,
so history remembers their name.
Even some war mongers,
speaking words we must never forget,
have caused their nations to act in shame.
Some elaborate words,
have been used to describe how it feels,
anytime I come close to you.
Baby the sweetest words,
that these ears of mine have ever heard,
was when you said those two words,
“I Do.”
Tag: love
***To You She is Mother***
bringer of life,
giver of love,
sculptor of minds,
painter of dreams,
the calmer,
the soother, the rock…
Holding you through the tears
of mistakes done,
when dreams won’t come,
when milestones are won.
Inspiring you to begin,
to reach the end,
and then start again,
flying higher,
going farther,
moving faster…
She cherishes you,
holds you,
knows you,
at times scolds you,
but you know she will always,
love you…
She is your
unyielding,
invulnerable protector…
Yes,
To you she is mother.
To me…
She is fierce,
soft,
gentle,
lover,
fighter.
inspiration,
imagination,
stimulation,
motivation,
admiration,
rolled into one package…
In that package, a brain,
brilliant,
calculating,
supportive,
unselfish,
forgiving…
In that package, a heart,
caring,
sharing,
loving,
generous
compassionate,
tender,
affectionate,
supportive,
romantic…
In that package, a soul,
the spirit of
an angel’s grace,
where evil,
has no place,
and even the saints would cry tears,
over her purity…
In that package, her hands,
a touch that can,
calm the rage,
that boils inside of me,
exposing my insanity,
steering me.
from the brink of,
catastrophe…
In that package, her arms,
that wrap around me,
bringing harmony,
peace,
contentment,
love,
reality…
To you she is mother…
to the world she is my wife…
to me she is,
my life…
“Days of Innocence”
Lying in the shade with you,
beneath the weeping willow tree.
There was no one else in the world,
that could love you as much as me.
With the bright sun shining down from,
another clear and cloudless day.
We made a vow to each other,
we would always keep it that way.
Chorus:
I long for those days of innocents,
our laughter floating on the wind.
Lying on a blanket on the grass,
with you there in my arms again.
But the days kept on turning faster,
promises made, faded away.
Sometimes our hearts just can’t write the checks,
for the bills that have to be paid.
When I hear one of those old song,
drifting out from my radio.
My memories start getting strong,
and right back to that hill I’ll go.
I wonder, do you think of me,
those nights when the moon rises high.
Do you remember that first kiss,
the wanting hidden in my eyes.
Repeat Chorus:
I wish that I could blame someone else,
for why I turned and walked away.
But, sometimes our hearts can’t write the checks,
for the bills that still have to be paid.
First Kisses
I would love to say,
I saw lightning flashing,
heard thunder rolling,
fireworks exploding in the air,
like on ‘Love American Style’.
But I was too busy,
shaking and sweating.
Television and realty,
are never quite the same.
~ The Dance…
The world is filled with some fancy dancers
who’ll come a prancing through your bedroom door
They’ll do a pretty good job of makin
you think they’re spot on what you’re lookin for
But they’ll hem and haw and skirt the edges
never quite proving what they claim to be
They’ll never give you any straight answers
when you tell em just what it is you need
The words will roll cross their tongues so easy
they’ll try to hide behind a white toothed lie
Watch ‘em primp and prune their fancy feathers
while promising you the moon in the sky
Just keep on looking for the kind of man
who’s only promise is a life of love
And asks for nothing but to share that life
under a wide Montana sky above
You’ll know for sure my dear when you’ve found him
the right cowboy will treat you like he should
never take a single breath without you
and no one will care for you like he would
So I’ll toss my hat into the circle
though I can never promise you the world
I can make darn sure to never hurt you
if you’ll only be this cowboy’s cowgirl
Jerry Brotherton 