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Thursday, October 15, 2020

All The Things You Are ....a song or a poem or both




All The Things You Are 


Candlelight in the window

The soft fall of silver rain

The low moan in the distance

Of a lone outgoing train.


A rose that's wet with dew drops

A bird that's on the wing

The cooing of little babies

Lullabies their mothers sing.


There's a sweetness to the morning

There's a passion to the night

There's a softness in your kisses

There's a grip your love holds tight.


There's so many lovely, lovely things

In this world, I tell you true

But none can compare to you standing there

And the beauty I see in you.


You're the rainbow in a fresh washed sky

The smell of grass, new mown

You're the wine that's made from priceless grapes

And the harvest from love's seed, sown.


When I look at you, I hold my breath

All my eyes can do is stare

Locked onto yours so deep and warm

Forever falling there.


There's a richness to your laughter

There's a fire in your touch

There's a royalty to your face and form

Both of which I love so much.


No mortal description is good enough

No adjective can describe

Your loving heart that can't be bought

By any bill or bribe.


I hear music when I'm near you

For you glow as though a star

I'm drowned in romance and surrounded by love

And all the beautiful things you are........

You are

All the beautiful things you are.





©by Voo Shining Stone
Oct 15, 2020



The Beauty of Who You Are

by Mark Broussard


5 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem! And a good song. You literally explode out of that pink rose. Bloomed! Blossomed!
    Lucky the guy of whom this poem is written about.

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    1. Oh, thank you, David! That's so Sweet. I just love this song.
      It's so full of passion and sweetness, isn't it? I've been working
      on the image for a while. I think I might change my icon. I love pink.

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  2. There I was sittin on her stool as she was working on my eye brow pencil sketch that she was doing of me (she said she found me to be a really sketchy kind of guy, which I’ve come to realize most women, like her, do. Must be a good thing), while I watched her work. You know, working women sure do get me right here………my heart that is. Well I kept one eye on her as my other eye fell asleep from listening to the little water fountain with the pink roses that she had in the room as it flowed very softly. I always sleep with one eye open, you know, that’s because I have a little Xolo mix in me; it’s a rare breed of dog from Mexico with a temperament which makes me cheerful, Intelligent, aloof, alert, companionable, protective, calm, charmingly irresistible, and affordable. (I can be had….. with a glass of milk and some double chocolate chip cookies).
    Well then she started working on my lips, so I closed that one eye she had done and opened the other one so I could keep an eye on her cause she was touchin’ my lips with one finger while she sketched them with the other hand. It’s the Xolo in me that women can’t seem to resist.
    Anyway as I watched her sketch, my eye started to feel droopy and I had to focus on a sketch of an even sketchier person, hanging on the wall, who seemed to emerge from the center of some pink roses. I lost my depth perception because of the one open eye and thought for a moment she was jumpin’ out towards me. I really got an eye full.
    I couldn’t keep my eye open any longer and dozed off. Somewhere in the Twilight Zone I could see her huggin’ me, so I suppose I started huggin’ her back…. not her back back, I just hugged her back, you catch my drift?
    Anyway I could hear music in the background as I heard her saying to me: “There's a soft sweet space on the back of your neck
    Smells like rain
    There's a way you look at me baby
    Heals my pain
    I've studied every inch of your body
    Baby what's on your mind
    The touch of your skin just pulls me in every single time”……….. we’ll her voice was so “crystal” clear that I wasn’t sure if I was dreamin’ this.
    So I slowly opened one eye and noticed I was staring at a pair of lips, (and she was all lips!). As she slowly opened them I could see words, like a fast woman would say, rollin’ right off her tongue. “How bout a nice, refreshing, salaciously cold glass of milk to go with some double chocolate chip cookies?” she said as her tongue was licking her lips 👄 back and forth. That’s when I found out she was fast. I grabbed two of them cookies and ran through the door as fast as I could and it took her two blocks before she caught up with me……….

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  3. omg! rofl! You outdid your crazy self with this one!!!! fast woman, eh? sketchy woman, eh?
    uh huh. we'll see.......funny stuff, amigo. here, have a cookie...🍪

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    1. Funny wasn’t it! Thanks for the cookie……I dunked it in a glass of milk….. 🍪🥛

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