My World with You

For some reason today,

I found myself,

thinking of you in my world

and the far away look in your eyes.

 

Outside the spring rain was falling

and you were not calling,

our love so very fragile –

seemed to be made of porcelain.

 

In a distant tall oak tree,

a crow was cawing,

it seemed to be crying –

come back, come back.

 

I wondered why,

you and I surely had a love,

that was worth so much –

surely you were coming back to me.

 

I remembered how we met.

it was upon a most wonderful spring,

you stepped out of the shadows

and right into my waiting arms.

 

I’ve never tried to pin you down,

yet, you seem so wary,

perhaps your heart has been broken before

and now you know the score.

 

But I, I love you for who you are,

your loving eyes and brilliant smile,

for the way you care for me –

in every way, in every thing  you do.

 

For now I feel it is too late,

to let you go away,

you carry the key to my heart

and fill my very soul.

 

So like a beautiful butterfly,

I am so lonely when you are gone,

no flower looks as lovely or colorful –

as when you are by my side.

You make my gray skies blue again,

you make my heart want to sing,

all of the love songs,

that fill this world with music.

 

You take my hand

and I want to dance,

you take me to paradise

and back again.

 

With you my imagination soars,

with you my dreams are a true fantasy,

with you my love –

only with you.

 

If you should ever leave me,

go away and let our love be,

left there by the roadside,

gathering dust day by day.

 

My heart would not be my own,

it would scarcely beat,

there would be no colors in my world –

no music would every play again.

 

No I haven’t put you on a pedestal,

I knew right from the start,

that we promised to never talk of ever –

everlasting love between you and I.

 

But it is how I feel,

you make my life reel,

make it like a virtual spree –

so very full of happiness and glee.

 

So what is it I am to do?

I certainly won’t beg of you,

not to go away,

but what should I do if you don’t stay?

Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. Presently I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia with my wonderful adopted cat Sid.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. Presently I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia with my wonderful adopted cat Sid.

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