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Love is just a circle That doesn’t have an end. It doesn’t have a missing part To tell where to begin. Love is just a melody That’s sung throughout the land. The exuberant tune that carries on That makes us all join hands. Love is just a memory That shadows people’s lives It tells them of their souls and worries And guides them through their strife. And when it’s just not working Maybe that’s for the best Love is just a circle And life is love’s great test. Lesley Barth First Love You are like a breath of fresh air; And uplifting song to my soul. Being around you isn’t hard But being afraid to lose you is. As the seasons roll around The light grows dimmer. I know that by autumn You will barely even know me. Know who I am Know how I feel Know that I care. When I first discovered my heart’s devotion It wasn’t an easy thing to know. Life without you wouldn’t be easy Although life with and without you is hard enough. Sometimes at night I wonder Why everything even matters? Why bother? But then I remember you. Your smile. Your love And your mind. You are the solitary thing that keeps me going. And even in the end, if it’s not you That’s okay. Because you showed me how to care and trust someone. I know that now I love you, Tomorrow I may love you, But I will always know you were the first one. The first one that I ever loved. Lesley Barth In the Midst of Confusion In the midst of confusion, A lonely heart lies. The abrasive need to attach Its strings to another Washes away all desire. A wayward connection Deprives love of its true capabilities. Two hearts Tangled in a state of depression With only a solitary chain of hope To grab onto and escape. And still, the soul wanders until it finds Another lonely heart, In the midst of confusion. Lesley Barth June 19, 2001 Just a Dream I often sit And try to see What life would be like With you and me. And in my head I see the dreams That a poet writes While the sunshine gleams. I start to travel Far away And hold, with me, A mind of grey. Then sitting and hoping, I yearn for your heart. Yet in my subconscious, There is not a start. My window’s a mirror That reflects my love. The mirror is sacred, Sent from above. You appear to be my king While I am your queen; But little do I know, It’s only a dream. Lesley Barth Sun-Kissed Sweet sun-kissed dreams Leaving a joyous mirage In my soul. Nothing to hope for, Nothing to care for; Just a memory of the bright future. And all the time I know that nothing really matters, Nothing really counts for tomorrow. These close dreams, Yet so distant, Take up my unknowing mind And leave me empty. They tear me up inside; These sweet, Sun-kissed Dreams. Lesley Barth You are but a watcher You are but a watcher To gaze upon my eyes And repeatedly start to whisper Your incandescent lies. You are but a liar That cannot tell what's real. You act as though you really know About true love's sweet appeal. And if you are this dreamer, And say you nothing true Then why, oh why, do you have my heart? And me in love with you? Lesley Barth Wonder  Wonder about the stars But not about me. Wonder about the ocean and its tranquil Waves that have the ability for such violence. But not about me. Wonder about the planets But not about me. Wonder about the moon, whose vacant white Light stimulates the imagination. But not about me. For I stand here now, Just being true to you. *alternative ending: For I do enough wondering for the both of us. (just kidding) Lesley Barth July 2001 |
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