You are to me
My love what are you to me
Where do I start, now let me see
You are the water in my river
The leaf on my tree
The sun in my days
The beauty that I in a rose see
You inspire my heart
Gave my life meaning from the start
You inspire my hand
Make the lines I write sound grand
Sweet music played by a marching band
You are my thoughts
You are my breath
You are the reason I find the strength
You are my hope, you are my life
You are the one I would call wife
You give me beauty, you give me love
You are a blessing sent from above
You are the one you are the only
You I will love for all eternity
Vicus… © 04/2001
Questions of a painful heart
How much should one believe or endure?
What is given not enough to make sure
How much is a heart supposed to hope for?
When there is seldom a knock on the door
Why is it so difficult to show what’s there
Is it that distance makes it hard to share?
Why is hard to figure or understand?
That a giver also needs a helping hand
Why do we love when so much pain is felt?
Is it that we choose or that it is just dealt?
Why go on when all seems so wrong
How much is enough for a love this strong
Why do we ask for more than is our share?
Even when knowing that it may not be there
Why do we hope for something unseen?
All we get seems little more than a dream.
Why do we wish we could find the right road
And know with certainty it will not erode
How do we know that a choice is right?
And making it will, we ever see the light
How do we tell the ones we care for?
That in our hearts a pain does lure
How do we show there is no intent?
When we may be wrong in the message sent
How do we know if it’s wrong or right?
If we choose what would come into sight
If we don’t yet hope with all our might
What will it gets us, be it joy or plight?
So many questions, so little there
Sometimes we wish there was more to share
But who are we to ask or be so bold
How do we show them the pain we hold.
Vic © 16/01/2005
Please my sweet
Within my heart rages a fire so strong
Little chance there is, it could be wrong.
At times my brain feels all sense had lost
But my heart fights no mater what the cost
My angel, please do not think
That what I feel will ever blink
I may not always think that this is right
Love I do every lonely day and lonely night.
All I ask or you if I may
Give me a chance give to find a way
To show you just how much a man can give,
His soul and heart that knows not how to deceive
victor © 2003
