By Bobby Burcham.
How happy we were when we first fell in love
I remember what you said when I ask,
“Do you love me as much as I love you?”
You answered, “Yes dear, of course I do.”
When I asked if you could every love anyone else,
I remember well your words to me.
Your answer was, “Oh dear, why do you doubt?
You are the only one who can fill my heart.”
Dear you always gave the right answers,
That caused me to fall so deeply in love with you,
So dear, will you please tell me?
How do I stop loving you?
All those times you got angry,
And threatened to end our relationship,
I ask, “Why? “What did I do?”
You always had the right answers.
And when I asked where were you,
When you didn’t show when you said you would.
I always believed you dear, because,
You always had the right answers,
Dear you always had all the right answers
To calm all my doubts and fears,
So dear, will you please tell me now?
How do I stop loving you?
When you finally confessed,
That you had met someone new,
You was so clear with all your reasons
For falling in love with him.
When you asked wasn’t I happy, that you were happy,
See, you even had the right questions too.
No, I wasn’t like you, I didn’t have the answers.
But you dear always had all the right answers.
Yes, dear, you always had all the right answers,
To why you did all the thing you did, and
Why you didn’t do the things you said you’d do
So tell me, how do I stop loving you?
When I asked for answers to my questions,
Like, “What did I do or didn’t do?”
Or, “What happened between us?”
You had perfect answers every time.
And when I ask you what you saw,
In him that you could not see in me,
Or what he did that I could not do?
You always had all the right answers.
You always had all the right answers
Why you needed to be free from me
You was always clear, so please dear,
Won’t you tell me how to stop loving you?
Dear you always had all the right answer,
So please, please, please, I beg you dear,
You’re the one, who has all the answers,
Why won’t you tell me how to stop loving you?
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Loving and Investing.
A child is born into the world and does not deserve anything. It has needs but it has not invested anything in others. It does not deserve to be loved and it does not deserve to be abused or neglected. It deserves nothing. It only has needs.
Someone has to invest in this child. A mother has to give undeserved love to this child so that the child may be inspired to give undeserved love to others later in life. This mother’s love is an investment. All who love this child are investing in hopes they will inspire the child to love others.
Some children do not receive the love of a mother. Some children do not receive enough invested in them. Therefore they cannot give what they have not been inspired to give. No one took the time or effort to invest in this child. They were not inspired to love at the early age. They may or may not learn later. But it is important that the child is inspired to love early in life.
We should not invest in people in order to “buy” control over them. We should give to people to “inspire” them to give to others. We hope we can find what they need most and supply that need. If we are successful then the person will surely appreciate what we do for them. If we find the deepest need in the person and supply that need a miracle can happen in the person’s life.
If I want a friend I must first be a friend. If I am successful at being a friend and convincing the person I am a true friend then I can expect to have a friend in return.
However, I must first invest. I must “risk” my investment. Often I must find someone who is very undeserving and make a sizable investment in him or her. My investment may inspire them to appreciate me and become my friend.
I should never invest in a person with the motive of controlling that person. We much give that person the freedom to make their decisions.
It is often difficult to decide when to stop investing in a person, a friendship or a relationship.
It’s much like gambling. The more we invest the harder it is to decide when to stop investing.
But everyone needs someone to invest in them before they can have the desire or ability to invest in others.
Love must be inspired by the love from others. Love is an investment and is always undeserved. Love can’t be bought. We can’t even buy love with love.
Someone has to invest in this child. A mother has to give undeserved love to this child so that the child may be inspired to give undeserved love to others later in life. This mother’s love is an investment. All who love this child are investing in hopes they will inspire the child to love others.
Some children do not receive the love of a mother. Some children do not receive enough invested in them. Therefore they cannot give what they have not been inspired to give. No one took the time or effort to invest in this child. They were not inspired to love at the early age. They may or may not learn later. But it is important that the child is inspired to love early in life.
We should not invest in people in order to “buy” control over them. We should give to people to “inspire” them to give to others. We hope we can find what they need most and supply that need. If we are successful then the person will surely appreciate what we do for them. If we find the deepest need in the person and supply that need a miracle can happen in the person’s life.
If I want a friend I must first be a friend. If I am successful at being a friend and convincing the person I am a true friend then I can expect to have a friend in return.
However, I must first invest. I must “risk” my investment. Often I must find someone who is very undeserving and make a sizable investment in him or her. My investment may inspire them to appreciate me and become my friend.
I should never invest in a person with the motive of controlling that person. We much give that person the freedom to make their decisions.
It is often difficult to decide when to stop investing in a person, a friendship or a relationship.
It’s much like gambling. The more we invest the harder it is to decide when to stop investing.
But everyone needs someone to invest in them before they can have the desire or ability to invest in others.
Love must be inspired by the love from others. Love is an investment and is always undeserved. Love can’t be bought. We can’t even buy love with love.
Givers and Takers.
I think for most instances getting what we want from others depends on our ability to find out what the other person wants or needs. Usually they will be more willing or even eager to give us what we want if we first give them what they want.
This is how successful relationships are built. This is how successful employee and employer relationships are based. This is how successful businesses are built.
However, sadly, there are people in the world who only expect to get what they want and they refuse to reciprocate. It is difficult or impossible to get what we want from these people. They are takers, and not givers. They expect everything to come their way and they don’t appreciate what they get enough to reciprocate. It is sad to say, but often they had rather do with out what they need and want rather than give something in return.
If we suspect someone we know is like this we can give to these people until we are sure we have given enough, and then ask for something from them clearly and specifically. We must ask for something that is well with in their ability to supply so they won’t have a legitimate excuse not to give it, except the fact that they are only “takers”.
It is sad to admit there are many takers in the world. Takers cannot succeed at anything in life. They cannot succeed in business, on a job, or in a relationship. They are like infinite sinkholes. They absorb what ever they can get, but they are not willing to give anything in return, except disappointment and hurt.
This is how successful relationships are built. This is how successful employee and employer relationships are based. This is how successful businesses are built.
However, sadly, there are people in the world who only expect to get what they want and they refuse to reciprocate. It is difficult or impossible to get what we want from these people. They are takers, and not givers. They expect everything to come their way and they don’t appreciate what they get enough to reciprocate. It is sad to say, but often they had rather do with out what they need and want rather than give something in return.
If we suspect someone we know is like this we can give to these people until we are sure we have given enough, and then ask for something from them clearly and specifically. We must ask for something that is well with in their ability to supply so they won’t have a legitimate excuse not to give it, except the fact that they are only “takers”.
It is sad to admit there are many takers in the world. Takers cannot succeed at anything in life. They cannot succeed in business, on a job, or in a relationship. They are like infinite sinkholes. They absorb what ever they can get, but they are not willing to give anything in return, except disappointment and hurt.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Love in the Forth Dimension.
By bobby Burcham.
I thought I knew love before.
But then you opened the door.
All before you forgot to mention,
That love had a forth dimension.
I was living my life in a cave.
You brought me out of my grave.
Now I know love with out limits.
Now I cherish even the minutes.
I love crying in the rain.
I love feeling the pain.
There no one can see the tears.
I’ve been withholding for years.
Your love is a new dimension.
Since you got my attention.
Your love is so strong.
You can do me no wrong.
My love is so deep.
I can’t even sleep.
I could tell the world how I feel.
But they wouldn’t believe it is real.
So please tell me my friend.Why should this love end?
I thought I knew love before.
But then you opened the door.
All before you forgot to mention,
That love had a forth dimension.
I was living my life in a cave.
You brought me out of my grave.
Now I know love with out limits.
Now I cherish even the minutes.
I love crying in the rain.
I love feeling the pain.
There no one can see the tears.
I’ve been withholding for years.
Your love is a new dimension.
Since you got my attention.
Your love is so strong.
You can do me no wrong.
My love is so deep.
I can’t even sleep.
I could tell the world how I feel.
But they wouldn’t believe it is real.
So please tell me my friend.Why should this love end?
Go or stay.
By Bobby Burcham.
One day a man was walking home from hard days work in town.
He walked by a cool spring and it spoke to him. It said, “Go on your way, or drink. If you have no thirst, then travel on.”
It angered the man that the spring seemed to be so conceited so he passed on. Also he wanted to get home.
Later he passed by a shady oak and it said, “Go on your way, or stop and enjoy my shade. If you are not hot and tired then don’t partake of my shade that is free to all to enjoy.”
Again the man was angered that a tree would speak to him and imply that he needed the tree.
When he got home his wife had a banquet like table of delicious food set out for him. The food spoke to him and said, “Go, or eat. If you have no hunger, then pass on by.”
Again his pride was bruised so he refused to eat immediately. He went to his couch and was going to take a rest and it also spoke to him, “Go, or lie down. If you are not tired and sleepy, then take your body somewhere else.”
He went to set by his library and the books spoke to him, “Go, or read. If you are not hungry for the knowledge, then find something that is more interesting.”
Suddenly his wife walked in from doing chores out side. She first asked why he was not eating and he lied and explained that he wanted to rest first.
As she turned to go her way the man thought he heard her say, “It was me who spoke to you.”
He asked rudely, “What did you just say?”
She turned and said, “Nothing dear. Rest until you are ready to eat.”
She walked on and he heard her say, “It was me, Love, speaking to you.”
He had doubted that she loved him because it had been a long time since she had actually told him she loved him. He had also been tempted to flirt with more beautiful and more desirable ladies in town.
He stood and went to her. He stopped her and said, “I want to know something. Don’t you ever worry what I am doing when I leave here?”
She smiled and said, “Dear, if you wish to find someone else you are free to do so. If I cannot keep you wanting to come home of your free will, what would I profit to worry about what you are doing or about you not coming home?”
The man thought about her answer for several seconds and went to eat his meal.
The end.
One day a man was walking home from hard days work in town.
He walked by a cool spring and it spoke to him. It said, “Go on your way, or drink. If you have no thirst, then travel on.”
It angered the man that the spring seemed to be so conceited so he passed on. Also he wanted to get home.
Later he passed by a shady oak and it said, “Go on your way, or stop and enjoy my shade. If you are not hot and tired then don’t partake of my shade that is free to all to enjoy.”
Again the man was angered that a tree would speak to him and imply that he needed the tree.
When he got home his wife had a banquet like table of delicious food set out for him. The food spoke to him and said, “Go, or eat. If you have no hunger, then pass on by.”
Again his pride was bruised so he refused to eat immediately. He went to his couch and was going to take a rest and it also spoke to him, “Go, or lie down. If you are not tired and sleepy, then take your body somewhere else.”
He went to set by his library and the books spoke to him, “Go, or read. If you are not hungry for the knowledge, then find something that is more interesting.”
Suddenly his wife walked in from doing chores out side. She first asked why he was not eating and he lied and explained that he wanted to rest first.
As she turned to go her way the man thought he heard her say, “It was me who spoke to you.”
He asked rudely, “What did you just say?”
She turned and said, “Nothing dear. Rest until you are ready to eat.”
She walked on and he heard her say, “It was me, Love, speaking to you.”
He had doubted that she loved him because it had been a long time since she had actually told him she loved him. He had also been tempted to flirt with more beautiful and more desirable ladies in town.
He stood and went to her. He stopped her and said, “I want to know something. Don’t you ever worry what I am doing when I leave here?”
She smiled and said, “Dear, if you wish to find someone else you are free to do so. If I cannot keep you wanting to come home of your free will, what would I profit to worry about what you are doing or about you not coming home?”
The man thought about her answer for several seconds and went to eat his meal.
The end.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Addicted to love.
By Bobby Burcham.
A silver Porsche pulled to a stop near a sun bleached wooden fence. Sections of the fence were standing and other sections were either missing or lying on the ground.
A man with gray hair got out of the drivers side and went around to open the passenger side door.
A slim blonde in her early twenties got out smiling. Her long blonde hair was blowing in the wind from the ocean below.
She held the man by the arm and asked, “Why did you bring me here? Am I getting paid over time?” Her grin said she had hopes that she already knew.
The man smiled and hesitated. Then he said, “Tiffany, I brought you here to talk.”
“Ok, if that is what you want to call it. Are we going to tell me about how we can get more clients?”
He smiled at her attempt to make a joke. Then she said, “Honey, I’ve made a serious mistake. I’ve made many serious mistakes actually.”
She giggled and said, “Sounds like Mikhail’s been a naughty boy.”
“Please, dear, I’m serious. I’ve given you advancements and made promises just to get you to like me. What I’ve done is very unprofessional. And besides all of that I have to tell you something. I love you very much. In fact I’m deeply in love with you.”
She hugged him tightly and spoke with emotion, “Oh my darling, I love you too. That’s why I want to be your girlfriend.”
“Tiffany, I want your friendship, your respect and your empathy, but you can’t be my girlfriend. I’ve told you that I am married.”
“But you don’t love her and you said you’ve been unfaithful before.”
“Please listen to me. I have a long story to tell you. And when I am finished you will hate me.”
“I could never hate you.”
“You are very special to me. You are beautiful, creative and intelligent. I see a bright future for you. I wasn’t lying to you about that. You can go as far in the agency as you want to go. But not if you fall in love with me.”
“But I’ve never met anyone like you before. Why do you want to deny me your love?”
“I’m trying to get to that. But I’m not sure where to start. But please don’t interrupt me, ok?
“I was the first boy my wife dated. She has never been in love with anyone else. So she doesn’t know what it is like to love someone deeply and it didn’t work out. As far as I know, I am her first and only love. That is if she really loves me, which I often doubt. It seems more likely that she was only infatuated with me and then later developed a dependence on me.
“However, before I met her I was deeply in love with a girl and I got hurt deeply. I would have done anything for this girl. But one night we were on a date, and she got angry over a petty argument that wasn’t even my fault. She left the date with me and went riding with an older man. Her actions told me that she wanted a man and not an immature boy like me. At the time I was seventeen and she was sixteen.
“When a person like me falls deeply in love, no one else can fully replace her. Actually I still probably haven’t fully gotten over the hurt. It still affects my ability to trust any female. This is a deep hurt that leaves a painful emotional scar.
“This is the type of hurt that causes some men to commit suicide. This is the type of hurt that causes some men to torture and mistreat women. It is also the type of experience that causes some of us men to never be completely satisfied with only one partner.
“This last example describes me. Even as much as I may love and be attracted to one lady I can be very attracted to other ladies. It’s like if I can’t be with the first person I fall in love with, then I can never be fully satisfied with any other one person.
“Also, my wife can’t understand my past, or me. She is like a child. She doesn’t like to talk about my past or things like this. Compared to my world she lives in a child like fantasy world….”
As he paused she said, “I understand about your past. You’ve told me all this before.”
“Please Tiffany, let me finish, ok? I have tried many times to explain to my wife why I am the way I am. I have even told her that I would not blame her if she refused to tolerate me as I am and wanted to separate. I have also tried hard to be as perfect as she seems to expect me to be.
“I have overcome an addiction to alcohol. I have overcome an addiction to cigarettes. But I am still having much trouble overcoming my addiction to loving too much.
“Most of our 40 years together I have been faithful, even though I’ve been very tempted many times and even though I’ve had many opportunities and have turned many of them down. Tiffany, if you’ve never had an addiction you cannot possibly know what it is like. An addiction is something you desire, but you resist it, and the more you resist it the stronger the desire gets. And the addiction to love has to be the strongest addiction there is.
“It starts with an addiction to one person. Then when that relationship gets so painful that you can’t take the pain. You separate because of the pain. You continue to look for the love you once experienced. But you try to find it in someone else. But they can’t be the first person, so you can’t find satisfaction. So you continue looking. Soon you get to a point where it’s nearly impossible to say no to love.
“I’m trying to be painfully honest with you. I’m trying to warn you. I honestly tried to warn your friend Ashley. I guess I didn’t try hard enough. I guess I wasn’t honest enough with her early enough. Please don’t love me too much. I hope and pray that you are only teasing me and fantasizing when you say you want to be my girlfriend. Believe me when I say I can only hurt you.”
“But you haven’t hurt Ashley. She still loves you with all her heart. And I’m not jealous of her. I just want to love you too.”
“Dear, listen to me. Ashley is hurting. She puts on a good act, but I’ve hurt her. If she knew I was here with you it would hurt her. She was hurt before and I hate my self for hurting her more. This is why I have to stop what I’m doing. I have to find a way to stop my addiction.”
“Mikhail, you are scaring me.”
“I know. It scares me too”
“Are you telling me good-bye?”
Tears ran Mikhail’s wrinkled cheeks and his lips trembled. He finally groaned and hugged Tiffany tightly. He spoke barely above a whisper as he said, “Oh god, you’re not listening to me. I can’t say no to you. I know I will only hurt you, but I still can’t tell you good-bye.”
A silver Porsche pulled to a stop near a sun bleached wooden fence. Sections of the fence were standing and other sections were either missing or lying on the ground.
A man with gray hair got out of the drivers side and went around to open the passenger side door.
A slim blonde in her early twenties got out smiling. Her long blonde hair was blowing in the wind from the ocean below.
She held the man by the arm and asked, “Why did you bring me here? Am I getting paid over time?” Her grin said she had hopes that she already knew.
The man smiled and hesitated. Then he said, “Tiffany, I brought you here to talk.”
“Ok, if that is what you want to call it. Are we going to tell me about how we can get more clients?”
He smiled at her attempt to make a joke. Then she said, “Honey, I’ve made a serious mistake. I’ve made many serious mistakes actually.”
She giggled and said, “Sounds like Mikhail’s been a naughty boy.”
“Please, dear, I’m serious. I’ve given you advancements and made promises just to get you to like me. What I’ve done is very unprofessional. And besides all of that I have to tell you something. I love you very much. In fact I’m deeply in love with you.”
She hugged him tightly and spoke with emotion, “Oh my darling, I love you too. That’s why I want to be your girlfriend.”
“Tiffany, I want your friendship, your respect and your empathy, but you can’t be my girlfriend. I’ve told you that I am married.”
“But you don’t love her and you said you’ve been unfaithful before.”
“Please listen to me. I have a long story to tell you. And when I am finished you will hate me.”
“I could never hate you.”
“You are very special to me. You are beautiful, creative and intelligent. I see a bright future for you. I wasn’t lying to you about that. You can go as far in the agency as you want to go. But not if you fall in love with me.”
“But I’ve never met anyone like you before. Why do you want to deny me your love?”
“I’m trying to get to that. But I’m not sure where to start. But please don’t interrupt me, ok?
“I was the first boy my wife dated. She has never been in love with anyone else. So she doesn’t know what it is like to love someone deeply and it didn’t work out. As far as I know, I am her first and only love. That is if she really loves me, which I often doubt. It seems more likely that she was only infatuated with me and then later developed a dependence on me.
“However, before I met her I was deeply in love with a girl and I got hurt deeply. I would have done anything for this girl. But one night we were on a date, and she got angry over a petty argument that wasn’t even my fault. She left the date with me and went riding with an older man. Her actions told me that she wanted a man and not an immature boy like me. At the time I was seventeen and she was sixteen.
“When a person like me falls deeply in love, no one else can fully replace her. Actually I still probably haven’t fully gotten over the hurt. It still affects my ability to trust any female. This is a deep hurt that leaves a painful emotional scar.
“This is the type of hurt that causes some men to commit suicide. This is the type of hurt that causes some men to torture and mistreat women. It is also the type of experience that causes some of us men to never be completely satisfied with only one partner.
“This last example describes me. Even as much as I may love and be attracted to one lady I can be very attracted to other ladies. It’s like if I can’t be with the first person I fall in love with, then I can never be fully satisfied with any other one person.
“Also, my wife can’t understand my past, or me. She is like a child. She doesn’t like to talk about my past or things like this. Compared to my world she lives in a child like fantasy world….”
As he paused she said, “I understand about your past. You’ve told me all this before.”
“Please Tiffany, let me finish, ok? I have tried many times to explain to my wife why I am the way I am. I have even told her that I would not blame her if she refused to tolerate me as I am and wanted to separate. I have also tried hard to be as perfect as she seems to expect me to be.
“I have overcome an addiction to alcohol. I have overcome an addiction to cigarettes. But I am still having much trouble overcoming my addiction to loving too much.
“Most of our 40 years together I have been faithful, even though I’ve been very tempted many times and even though I’ve had many opportunities and have turned many of them down. Tiffany, if you’ve never had an addiction you cannot possibly know what it is like. An addiction is something you desire, but you resist it, and the more you resist it the stronger the desire gets. And the addiction to love has to be the strongest addiction there is.
“It starts with an addiction to one person. Then when that relationship gets so painful that you can’t take the pain. You separate because of the pain. You continue to look for the love you once experienced. But you try to find it in someone else. But they can’t be the first person, so you can’t find satisfaction. So you continue looking. Soon you get to a point where it’s nearly impossible to say no to love.
“I’m trying to be painfully honest with you. I’m trying to warn you. I honestly tried to warn your friend Ashley. I guess I didn’t try hard enough. I guess I wasn’t honest enough with her early enough. Please don’t love me too much. I hope and pray that you are only teasing me and fantasizing when you say you want to be my girlfriend. Believe me when I say I can only hurt you.”
“But you haven’t hurt Ashley. She still loves you with all her heart. And I’m not jealous of her. I just want to love you too.”
“Dear, listen to me. Ashley is hurting. She puts on a good act, but I’ve hurt her. If she knew I was here with you it would hurt her. She was hurt before and I hate my self for hurting her more. This is why I have to stop what I’m doing. I have to find a way to stop my addiction.”
“Mikhail, you are scaring me.”
“I know. It scares me too”
“Are you telling me good-bye?”
Tears ran Mikhail’s wrinkled cheeks and his lips trembled. He finally groaned and hugged Tiffany tightly. He spoke barely above a whisper as he said, “Oh god, you’re not listening to me. I can’t say no to you. I know I will only hurt you, but I still can’t tell you good-bye.”
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
My love for you is like the sunshine.
By bobby Burcham.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
You can go inside your shelter, where my love cannot enter.
But where ever you hide my love will always shine for you.
And yes there are the storm clouds, but my love still shines just as brightly.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
It is free and expects nothing in return.
It is always there even when you do not feel it.
It is available even when you are too busy to notice.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
Please don’t hide from my love.
I want only to brighten you life.
I want it to shine only for you.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
But with my love there is never a night.
You may take my love for granted.
But it will always shine for you.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
So let it warm your heart and soul.
Yes bath in the warm glorious rays.
Let my love brighten each and ever moment.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
You can go inside your shelter, where my love cannot enter.
But where ever you hide my love will always shine for you.
And yes there are the storm clouds, but my love still shines just as brightly.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
It is free and expects nothing in return.
It is always there even when you do not feel it.
It is available even when you are too busy to notice.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
Please don’t hide from my love.
I want only to brighten you life.
I want it to shine only for you.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
But with my love there is never a night.
You may take my love for granted.
But it will always shine for you.
My love for you is like the sunshine.
So let it warm your heart and soul.
Yes bath in the warm glorious rays.
Let my love brighten each and ever moment.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Heart, tell me what to do.
Heart, please talk to me, just don’t speak her name.
But you know I can’t accept all the blame,
I know, again, I’ve broken my promise to you,
But I only followed what you told me to do.
Yes, it’s going to hurt I won’t lie,
Yes, we’re going to have to cry.
Yes, it’s going to hurt for years,
Yes, the price we must pay in tears,
We were dead and we could not feel.
And now at least our life is real.
You should have known there’d be a fall,
When we found the greatest love of all.
Yes, it’s going to hurt I won’t lie,
Yes, we’re going to have to cry.
Yes, it’s going to hurt for years,
Yes, the price we must pay in tears,
Talk to me please, so I’ll know you’re there,
I can’t help it if I see her everywhere.
People search a lifetime and do not find,
A love anywhere near this kind.
Yes, it’s going to hurt I won’t lie,
Yes, we’re going to have to cry.
Yes, it’s going to hurt for years,
Yes, the price we must pay in tears,
Please heart, talk to me, just don’t speak her name..
And don’t expect me to accept all the blame,
I know, again, I’ve broken my promise to you,
I was just following what you told me to do.
Please heart, tell me what to do,
For I was only listening to you.
But you know I can’t accept all the blame,
I know, again, I’ve broken my promise to you,
But I only followed what you told me to do.
Yes, it’s going to hurt I won’t lie,
Yes, we’re going to have to cry.
Yes, it’s going to hurt for years,
Yes, the price we must pay in tears,
We were dead and we could not feel.
And now at least our life is real.
You should have known there’d be a fall,
When we found the greatest love of all.
Yes, it’s going to hurt I won’t lie,
Yes, we’re going to have to cry.
Yes, it’s going to hurt for years,
Yes, the price we must pay in tears,
Talk to me please, so I’ll know you’re there,
I can’t help it if I see her everywhere.
People search a lifetime and do not find,
A love anywhere near this kind.
Yes, it’s going to hurt I won’t lie,
Yes, we’re going to have to cry.
Yes, it’s going to hurt for years,
Yes, the price we must pay in tears,
Please heart, talk to me, just don’t speak her name..
And don’t expect me to accept all the blame,
I know, again, I’ve broken my promise to you,
I was just following what you told me to do.
Please heart, tell me what to do,
For I was only listening to you.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Your Magic
I know I should have more control over my emotions.
Will you tell me where you learned your magic potions?
I thought love spells were only in stories of fantasy.
But you have thoroughly made me a believer out of me.
With emotions as the fragrance of expensive perfumes
Each time I think of you my heart blooms.
Your smile floods my heart.
I was your slave from the very start.
Did cupid have to tip his arrow thrice?
To melt my heart that was as cold as Ice.
I wonder how my heart can handle such intense emotions.
You have given me a love that is deep as the oceans.
My love for you is so strong I've lost the fear death you see
Each time I think of you and I cry with joy and ecstasy.
I am amazed that you can love me too.
But I must believe you when you say you do.
I feel this is a small thing I do
As I write this poem to you.
Will you tell me where you learned your magic potions?
I thought love spells were only in stories of fantasy.
But you have thoroughly made me a believer out of me.
With emotions as the fragrance of expensive perfumes
Each time I think of you my heart blooms.
Your smile floods my heart.
I was your slave from the very start.
Did cupid have to tip his arrow thrice?
To melt my heart that was as cold as Ice.
I wonder how my heart can handle such intense emotions.
You have given me a love that is deep as the oceans.
My love for you is so strong I've lost the fear death you see
Each time I think of you and I cry with joy and ecstasy.
I am amazed that you can love me too.
But I must believe you when you say you do.
I feel this is a small thing I do
As I write this poem to you.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I Am Love.
by Bobby Burcham
As you read my words I enter into your heart and mind.
There I search out the dark places
With the light of my love I find your loneliness,
By my words I find the hurts you have hidden
As you read my words I enter into your heart.
I am love and I only dwell in hearts that welcome me,
I can only stay in hearts that have hope and faith,
I can only stay in hearts that have the ability to forgive.
As you read my words you remember that you once,
Knew me, long ago perhaps, but I was here before.
You thought I left you because someone was unfaithful,
You thought it was I but it was you who turned your back on me.
As you read my words I search your soul and your mind,
And yes I see the disappointments and regrets.
I see the needs that your soul has repressed,
I see your hunger that you have learned to accept as life.
As you read my words I know you will recognize me,
You will feel the longing for me once again,
Will you please learn to trust again?
Please give love another chance, so I can live again.
As you read my words I enter into your heart and mind.
There I search out the dark places
With the light of my love I find your loneliness,
By my words I find the hurts you have hidden
As you read my words I enter into your heart.
I am love and I only dwell in hearts that welcome me,
I can only stay in hearts that have hope and faith,
I can only stay in hearts that have the ability to forgive.
As you read my words you remember that you once,
Knew me, long ago perhaps, but I was here before.
You thought I left you because someone was unfaithful,
You thought it was I but it was you who turned your back on me.
As you read my words I search your soul and your mind,
And yes I see the disappointments and regrets.
I see the needs that your soul has repressed,
I see your hunger that you have learned to accept as life.
As you read my words I know you will recognize me,
You will feel the longing for me once again,
Will you please learn to trust again?
Please give love another chance, so I can live again.
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