WildHorses

WildHorses
No rhyme no rhythm, just a flow of thoughts..

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Love is

Love is like a rosebush,
like a bitter-sweet medicine,
like a silent symphony,
like rain in summer,
like two lonely souls lost in the crowd,
like two hands held in prayer,
like tears when you smile,
like the shine in a child's eye,
like the sadness in a mother's sigh,
love is joy, love is pain.
Its in every little thing,
in you in me,
love is as love should be.

Friday, May 4, 2012

My Little One


Just a few hours ago I had the most terrible pain ever
one that I never thought I could bear
I screamed I cried out
saw my husband holding my hands tight
with eyes firm on me,saying he'll never leave me
that's all I remember and I blacked out.


Now when I open my eyes 
I hear a tiny cry,
can see the cradle sway.
I call out to my husband
he takes you out of the cradle
and places you in my hand.


I see there an angel
the life we both created.
Eyes like me,
nose like him,
a smile so beautiful ,
that i cant describe it.


You rub your eyes and cry
and look at me,
I keep my finger in your hand
and you wrap all your tiny fingers around it
I forget the world for that moment
Because my little one you are my everything,
you are a part of me.


I'm just waiting for the day little one,
when I'll be weak like how you are now
when you'll keep a finger in my hand ,
and I'll wrap my hand around it
when i'll forget the world for a moment.