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Missing you 

Knowing your heart was broken You’ve taken your last breath 

Never seen the love you leaving  

Cause you wear it on your chest 
The days are short and cold now

Your heat is in the air 

The sun is softly setting 

Just knowing your not there 
The wave of silence quicken 

The dark turns in to light 

Peacefulness is falling 

As your wings take you to flight 
The shadows of an angel 

The feathers of your wings 

Seeing you are sawing 

To feel you dancing in the winds 
Your spirit everlasting 

The words you shared do shake 

To see the life you gave us 

See our love you love you take 


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Sailor in a bottle

Looking in the bottle , to the ship that’s trapped in time .  Wondering if you will visit , to see us from time to time .  
A navy man to whisper , the man with the biggest heart 

Knowing your not with us , it’s breaking all our hearts 
Your a man who was regimental , a man who had seen the world . 

Your a story for the generations , the navy man for the world . 
You’ve been to exotic places , you’ve been around the world .  

You’ve been a friend and brother , a gentleman in the world 
Your at peace now your in heaven , or back aboard the ship . 

Traveling round the waters , or sat eating your fish and chips . 
The love you gave was warming , but now your flame gone out . 

Now nana will be there to greet you , and give you a northern clout 
We are all eternally grateful , for we had you in all our lives . 

The biggest voice and biggest heart , that we will miss for all our lives 

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Mother of a loving heart 

Looking out the window , as a tear rolled down there face .They are thinking of there mother , who no longer roams this place . 
Happiness and sorrow , and memories that they had .

Wishing she could whisper , or even hold there hand . 
The orchids they do blossom , and the trees they do bloom 

In there world it’s been just four years , but there tears still show there gloom
On that day of passing , there hearts they did break 

Even healing and time passing , there tears still do shake 
But in there time of sorrow , the love they have unite . 

They light the candle to shine out , and there love will be so bright .
She will look down and smile , as each candle catches sight .

Knowing her family are loving , with each heart she holds on tight 
Proud of the knowing , as her kids they have grown 

Each kids has had her grandkids , and her loving heart it still grows 
The mother she is looking and watching , as they grow 

She will hold the hand and kisses there cheek so there loving hearts will show 
We miss you smile , we miss you laugh , the way you told us off 

Always in our minds , hearts and soul , our mother of loving hearts 

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That day in 1915

I can always remember that day at the home
When we visited granddad to see him alone
A loving war veteran with tales to be told
But none where as good as this day he told of old

It was a bright summers morning of 1915 , he was 17 and he looked just like me
He remembered it clearly for it was etched in his mind , that he found his love with her in his mind
That’s what he called her for her name was  jasmine , he would meet her that day as he signed him self in
It was the day he was recruited and she was next in line for wanted to fight on the front line
She was told no and sobbed as she left and then sat on down on the bench where we properly met
I got my orders and left out the door and went and sat next to that girl , from before
She asked if i was fighting or had i been sent over to Europe to fight with the men
I said yes as look in my eyes and said ” i know we have just met  , but this could be goodbye . I will be waiting here with a tear in my eye “.
I was so happy for i had fell in love with this girl that day next to the club , so i got my orders and got her address , then went on home to get me some rest
So the next day had came ,the day to move out ,so i got my things and my orders and went out
I walk to the to the town square where the army they met to pick up recruit’s. As i looked round that girl she was there , sitting alone , alone on that stair .
I wondered over in my army uniform , i looked at that girl and tapped her on the arm . She looked on up and gave me a smile , she stood on up and a hug she did give and a long loving kiss and a white handkerchief .
” i give you my love and this is for you ,so when you come back i know it is you ” . I took the hanky and put it near my heart and i gave her a hug and said ” you have my heart “
It was time to roll out as the men got there things , ” i should get going for they will not wait , but i will come back now just you see you wait “
I walked away and the girl start to cry ” i will be waiting with a tear in my eye ” , i got to the men and none where to glad for leaving there familys alone and so sad .
As the month went passing and the years went on by , i always remembered that girl with a tear in her eye

The war was now over and it was homeward we bound , with a smile on our faces and a tear and a frown , many friends we lost and loved ones had gone , but i had my letters my love and crown.
Back in the village i sat where we met , an hour had passed and i wanted to go to find me true love to see her golden curls .
I walk tk the address that i been writing too. There she stood as beautiful as can be , she had been waiting , waiting for me
I gave her the hanky so she knew it was me as she flung her arms around me

Now that was the story that stuck in my mind . the day my granddad had met his loving wife , after this story nothing more could be said as looked and remembered my grandmother who was the best


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The book of life

Passing through the pages of story book called life
Looking at the memories and memories yet to have
When all the dreams are coming and all the dreams gone by
We only look to the fun we leave behind
The people that we came to meet and the people that we lost
All are in the pages of the book we call our own
We look back at the places and place not yet been
We can always see our family in the pictures on our walls
But the loved one that have come to pass we can see in our souls
The love that they bring to us is everywhere to see
I can feel there love love in everything even you and me

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Waves of emotion are empowering
They sometimes are to strong
They sometimes get the best of you
They sometimes can be wrong
They sometimes make you happy
They sometimes make you sad
They sometimes  just sit there waiting
And the seep through all the cracks
They always like to be noticed
Like a siren in our heads
They like to nurtured in to something sweet
We all seem to have them like a shadow under our feet
If it was like peter pan and you could take them off and play
But they always there and waiting for the saddest of them days

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Waking up with you

5.00am I woke up with you next to me
I can not move for there’s no time to see
I must get ready for work but your arms are inviting
You roll on your back and look towards me giving your lip a bit of bitting
Your eyes are suggesting for me to stay as you lay there and the clock ticks away

5.30 come round and i should get up but the warmth of your breast keep me near
As the time it passes the feeling of your skin and your embrace is an drug that there is no cure
I cant help this high i feel when we let time go and we stay in each others arms
6.00am comes and goes but still no one knows
We gaze in to each other eyes like stars in the night
Without a word spoken our lips meet and our heart beats for each other
The taste of you lips are an aphrodisiac that i must have
My skin tingles and my pulse races as you drug takes over

6.30am we are entwined in a lustful serenity and an galactic battle of sweat and passion
Your hips roll and i feel the warmth of your love serum soothing my exploring fingers
You breasts gentle and soft , but graceful lightly bounce as your hips roll to the pulsation of your heart
My finger they enter and your body explodes in a cascade of sound and love

7.00am you body tingles and teams with pulsation of passion
I explore your body with blink , not getting enough of your ecstasy
You body twitches and you cry out in a glorious chorus of angel song
Once the waves of high subside and we lose ourselves in the moment
I hold you near and whisper a line or two of our song
As i sit on the bed stroking you back you place you hand around me holding and pulling me back

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My eyes

I open my eyes and this world i see
Like a dream world that’s only for me
There is love ,life and happiness for all to be
Inside my world that’s where you’ll be

When i close my eye there a different world for me
Where all is invited to party with me
There are games and laughter and candy trees for each
So come with a friend the drinks are free

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The window

A window is a doorway to another world
You open it and reach on through it like a portal back in time
You can see the world your leaving or the world to be explored
A window can be the opener to each and every soul
Out side it maybe raining but inside you are not
Inside maybe cool but outside maybe hot
The window is a protector from the storm that rages on
A window could be like a tv set ,the ever changing one 

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Easter day

The day is Easter , and the year 1926
It was a day much like today , in a house in the country . There was a child much like the ones of today always questioning always playing ,but this child never believed . For this child was a child born into wealth and never had to ask for anything .
This story starts the day before its Easter eve the child was happily playing in there room for he had not many friends , so the dolls and the teddy’s would give this child comfort and play .
As the child was playing the maid came to the room asking if they had been good and if they would see the Easter bunny in the morning . But this child was spoilt and no need to believe as there parents would give them all that they need .
As the day went on the child would ask ” what’s with this bunny and would i believe in a thing that has never come to see me  ”  .the day came to its end and bed time came round , but this child was wanting for this bunny to be found .
Tucked up in bed the child asked the maid why would a bunny come on Easter day . So the maid was explaining the story behind ,the Easter bunny and the ways to be found . As the child got tired ,they tried to stay awake ,but there eyes became heavy and they couldn’t stay wake
The stories are told ,the milk was now drunk ,as the child was all tucked up in there old fashioned bunk . There eyes were heavy and there beds were warm ,but they couldn’t stay awake to see in Easter morn
While they were sleeping on that Easter eve night , there was a sound for it would stir and fright .the child would wake up from a dreamless sleep , and look down the bunk and glance at there feet . The more that they focused they shape they would see , it was a bunny looking back at me .
The rabbit was placing an egg or three and looked back at the child as whispered  to see , ” are you awake child , i have a gift for thee ,im the Easter bunny do you believe in me ” . The child couldn’t believe it as they nodded there heads ” i believe in you now as your sat on my bed “
The bunny would jump up to the child tired face ,and sprinkled some chocolate egg dust and the child likes the taste . ” its time for you to sleep now as it still time for bed , but you will remember seeing me on your bed “
As the child fell asleep they whispered to him ” i believe in the bunny , the Easter bunny is he ” . As the hours past and the sun came to rise ,the child would wake up and rub there tired eyes . Like a great dream the child would look down at there feet . To where the easter bunny had left there Easter treats
The maid came to wake up that child on that day ,to see him smiling and feeling so gay .” i see that your happy did the Easter bunny come ” as the child look and pointed to the Easter fun . The child was excited and then a tear would fall down as they whispered and smiled .
” i believe in the bunny fir i have just seen this little Easter bunny who came to me ”

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