The Flower Song (Excerpt)(WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE)

To hear your voice is pomegranate wine to me:
I draw life from hearing it.
Could I see you with every glance,
It would be better for me
Than to eat or to drink.
Romeo and Juliet....

Fallen From Heaven

Fallen From Heaven

You had fallen from heaven straight into my arms,
Igniting my heart with your sweet seductive charms.

Showed me light in life that I'd never seen before,

Something that my heart and soul had been longing for.

Spread your caring angel wings right over my head,

Protecting me and saying what had not been said.

Those three simple words that I was needing to hear,

Were right in-front of my blind eyes but was unclear.

Clouds were smothering me and all that was around,

Until an angel flew down and then you were found.

The smoke disappeared leaving a vision of you,

A strong feeling of love that seemed long overdue.

The way that you would shelter my soul from the rain,

As you would clear away the storm ridding my pain.

You'd feel and heal the beating of my broken heart,

Painting a smile on my face like a piece of art.

Released all the emotions that were trapped inside,

Warm fuzzy feelings that I'd always try to hide.

Romantic enchanted fairy-tales pranced in my mind,

In books of make believe; my prince I needed to find.

Sweet tunes would play as I would look into your eyes,

And I could see the man who was hidden in disguise.

The Savior who had fallen from heaven above,

Is now the angel who helped me believe in love.

Sharinah Ibrahim

SONNET XVIII (William Shakespear)

SONNET XVIII
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
By:William Shakespeare