About You and Me

Deep in Passion
Caught in Emotion
Love being the Key,
Living Loving Thinking
About You and Me,
When I get a chance
To get close to you
All I can do ,
Is think about
How much I love you,
I ask and I ask
Because I want to know ,
Will you stay with me
I can feel your Heart Beating
Deep against my chest,
Your heart speaking with mine,
What they share is a promise
To be there when ever you need me
This is something
Your Heart Tells Mine
As long as you are Being Loved
You`ll Never Leave,
Did I hear your Heart Right?
And will you really stay?
Because my Lover
I want nothing more
Then to be yours
Listen lover take my hand
Keep me close to you
This I promise,
Treat me Right
And I`ll never Leave ,
Your all I ask for
One who Would Love Me.
~Dan~
8/24/13

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
deep in passion caught in emotion love being the key, living loving thinking about you and me, when I get a chance to get close to you all I can do , is think about just how much I love you, I ask and I ask because I want to know , will you stay with me now and always, I can feel your heart beating deep against my chest, its as your heart speaking with mine, what they share is a promise to be there when ever you need me,.. this is something your heart tells mine, as long as you are being loved you`ll never leave, did I heart your heart right? and will you really stay? because my lover I want nothing more then to be yours and no one else`s, listen lover take my hand keep me close to you and I`ll never leave , your all I ask for,.. one who would love me,
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The value of a Patnership

Long ago the guinea fowls congregated coulourfully and innumerably;
And sang sweet songs and played in the savanah.
They sang for the antelope to dance and leap in the beutful grasslands.
The farmboys listened and danced too;
and their hearts were merry.
At nigth the grandfathers' folktales were interesting.
The wild dog barked;the nigthjar called a peacefull soothing never ending call;the clamourous hoot of the owl was heard.
BUT the conflagrations are come and sweep across the grasslands.
The axemen are merciless;and by the millions have trees fallen and are falling;
The poacher is ruthless;the beasts wild know not more peace.
The guinea folws will never sing again,for all the grain has been poisoned.
The times will never be better again.