Continuing my collection from Thoughts On A Cloudy Day
Each New Day
Each new day I see you there
with your glowing smile and golden hair.
I want you more each passing day
I try to tell you, but I don’t know the way.
I write of love that you inspire
that sounds as sweet as an angel choir.
If only my lips could speak for my heart
then you would have known of my love from the start.
As each new day just passes by
I curse these lips and heave a sigh.
This shyness that precludes my thought
makes all my dreams seem for naught.
I cannot say just how I feel
of how I wish my dreams were real.
So I write this prose, so you will know
of the feelings inside I dare not show.
And as each new day passes by
I will curse my lips again will try.
To talk of love so sweet and sure
and of the heart that holds my cure.