Ballad Poems (504)

Symphony of Tears
(C) 16 11 2017
by Begine Luc

If tears became rivers
and rivers became sees
the world would be covered
all alone by me

If for each tear, each cry
was born a melody
Oh I would keep all the tune books
and make a symphony
a symphony for you

If problems
became presents
I should sure know what to do
How could you, leave me all the way
with all those tears inside

If for each tear, each cry
was born a melody
Oh I would keep all the tune books
and make a symphony
a symphony for you

If all my tune Books
could be a symphony
a symphony for you

If all my tune Books
could be a symphony

Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you!!

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes that she wears, nor in her face or in the way of combing her hair. The beauty of a woman lies in her eyes. It is the gateway to His heart, the place where love resides. And it is often through her tears that you see her heart pass

Stronger and stronger with time,

I let myself dream,

This beautiful fairy tale ...

Every second with you is magic,

I live a beautiful story,

It's a dream that has just come true,

And I do not intend to wake up ...

I'm happy when I'm with you,

Sad when you're away from me,

I can not live without you,

Please do not leave me ...

I know you still have not realized,

Yet our love is very true,

Know that in my heart there is only you,

And that I love you as nobody will love you ...

Love Is A Candle

Friendship Is A Star

A candle can go out,

So...

That a star ... always shine

The poem is a drop of water,
he gives the desert the idea of the flower.

She likes me but I just love her
Alas my heart repeats it too often
I do not know how to stop this pain
I do not know how to live this fear.
I love him so much and with a little banal love
I love it so much that it hurts me too much
How can I forget it?
Every day and every night I only dream.
Yes, I often dream of her
These dreams become more and more beautiful
And it's with her that I spend those nights
But alas, the alarm clock sounds too early.
How many times have we seen ourselves love ourselves,
How many times have we seen ourselves there

The day is not the same
Everything changes when I wake up
I do not know the sunlight anymore
Everything I live is never wonder
Yes I love it and it destroys me
I know I'll never get out of it
I feel like locking myself in a black box
I feel like I can not believe it anymore
And I had believed for so long
That I no longer have the notion of time.
All his words and all his actions
Our moments of love and tenderness
All his looks, all his smiles
All today makes me suffer

I know that one day I will walk in the rain
I know that someday I will not know why I live
I know that one day nothing will make me want
I know that one day I will die of love for her.

THEY SAY IT TAKES A MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL PERSON, AN HOUR TO APPRECIATE THEM, A DAY TO LOVE THEM AND AN ENTIRE LIFETIME TO FORGET THEM??

All that we
are
The sum of
the soul
The joy and
pain
The living and
the dying
Is recorded as
a living testament
within the
countenance
A mirror
of innumerable
reflections..
character..
At times, glancing
through the windows
of the eyes..
At others, a gesture,
a pose, a half
hidden smile
Telltale signs of
an entity born
of blood and
sririt
Yet whose habitation
is veiled to
itself and hidden
under the wings
of eternity
Yet, how does
one survey so
vast a panoply
of mind and
spirit when
the soul yields
not its secrets
readily
The soul may
reveal to the
disinterested
passerby a
momentary face
of stone
while to others
the key to its
inner universe
is offered with
a smile
Who can know
it?
Perhaps the tears
of a mother fall
through doors for
which there is
no key..save the
master locksmith
To gaze intently
into a face
To look
To turn away
then look again
And alas!
The face of a
thousand sorrows
have vanished,
and the visage
of a settled
contentment befalls
you
Strength molds the
chin of the
father
The frolic of
indecision flush
accross the faces
of undying youth
The never never
land of children
will be summoned
by the nature of
time and character
will awaken them
to become warriors
The face of the
moment is characters
living clock where
minutes become hours,
days, and years..
and years bow to
to the dust as
all flesh must
And who knows
that character
will not sit
in columned halls
of the master
locksmith..

mister
given that the gulls don't reconcile
my running and my fate
I'd like your awful less a smile
and rain to last till late
I'm here in walls and towers
wish to tell you plain
the beast he smart devours
though my heart only is sane
here with your long hand
the clouds roll and they pass
I see that you'll comprehend
at last it will not last
shall we not be given then
be tolled and also mate
I'll take you in and soon and when
you'll have gardens and locked gates
you may think I always knew
that you would love me still
my head, the sky and heartaches grew
I was never what you will
try to know me, losing man
I tried to show you that
nowhere in my open hand
was nothing. take your hat