You are like sweet music
That softens the spirit
The shackles of lost love
Your aura like a dove
Strengthens and hypnotizes
The mind firmly
Sweet breeze of the ocean
And petals from blown roses
You enchanted me, whole and all
In and out of this macrocosm
Indispensable amongst lads
A volcano i can't resist
To watch or behold
Faithfully, sincerely
And affectionately magnetic
Beloved you reign
Like inevitable rain

© Chichi

A REASON TO LOVE

Just when i had given up love
you came like an angel from above
and showed me a new dawn
under the rays of the sun
we kissed and hugged
now love has been safely tucked
i would never imagine love
without picturing you involved
you are a life saver
and a great lover

© Jeffrey Irabor

TO MY BABE

Girl you know that i love you
and there's nothing i won't do
it may seem a little like voodoo
but what i say is all true

why do i feel short for words
not knowing when to pull the cords
in your presence, i act so awkward
'cos around you i've built my world

i've never felt this love before
every minute i love you more
your love has soaked me to the core
it's reality baby, not a talk of bore

©Jeffrey Irabor

I adore you always mi Amor…

Tis’ deeply rooted feelings in my core,
And everyday it grows even more,
With you life’s never a bore,
One second without and I go sore,
Some people live it like its war,
Filled with moments of gloom and dour,
For others time is but a blur,
Laboring forth slowly like a slur,
In their faces always a shut door,
But you give me more sweetly than sour,
To my heart, a welcome spring thaw
And only you I live and die for,
I adore you for always mi Amor…

© Douglas B

RED, RED ROSE

O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.
Till a'the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

© Robert Burns