Thursday, June 02, 2005
The Kite - poem
The Kite
A colourful delicate kite
Flying high in the air
A breeze pulling her here
And a cloud pushing her there
Swaying badly losing her flair
Lack of the string leaving her bare
Without a string steady and strong
Despairing flight can only prolong
Lacking direction and control
Without a link she is sure to fall
Need someone to bond and belong
Or her journey cannot be long
And then you came along
And then you came along
Singing the most beautiful love song
Knowing you will not do her wrong
She is gliding like a silky sarong
Circling high above the heaven
Touched by your reassuring love
Gust of the wind may crash your kite
So take care and hold on tight
You can take her to unknown height
She will give you a love divine
Round your finger pulling her line
You declared “Stay off she is mine”
“I want her, she is mine”.
A colourful delicate kite
Flying high in the air
A breeze pulling her here
And a cloud pushing her there
Swaying badly losing her flair
Lack of the string leaving her bare
Without a string steady and strong
Despairing flight can only prolong
Lacking direction and control
Without a link she is sure to fall
Need someone to bond and belong
Or her journey cannot be long
And then you came along
And then you came along
Singing the most beautiful love song
Knowing you will not do her wrong
She is gliding like a silky sarong
Circling high above the heaven
Touched by your reassuring love
Gust of the wind may crash your kite
So take care and hold on tight
You can take her to unknown height
She will give you a love divine
Round your finger pulling her line
You declared “Stay off she is mine”
“I want her, she is mine”.
# posted by butterflyuk : 6/02/2005 01:46:00 am
