What Else, Can I Say by ShyHeart

Hey, I was thinking of you
Actually, that’s about, all I do
Gotta, get this, sheet rock in
Hear, some, newly weds, are moving in

I remember when, we were kids
And after, they poured, that fresh cement
They all went home, then I picked up a twig
Drew a heart for me & you, both or initials to

My, how the time will fly, life got hard
Like that fresh, cement, but the heart I drew
And our initials to, they still survive
Can’t wait, to get home to you

What I did, as a kid, to pay for all
Those pretty, flowers that I gave to you
And all those drive-in movies, we went to
I still do, and you still go, but now, I work for myself

Building homes for newly Weds and wondering
What they say, when the see that little corner
A special place, in their new drive way…,
There is a heart, and our initials,

What Else, Can I Say?

Ben (67.123.245.208) -- Friday, October 17 2003, 08:27 am

Sweet one, Martin!
Hey, this is a sweet one, Martin, all lovey dovey and like a little mini-movie! I enjoyed reading it, happy ending and all! Thanks! ***Ben

Martin Vann (171.75.221.3) -- Friday, October 17 2003, 03:05 pm

We Need Happy Endings, More Often
Ben, Domo, Ali-A-goto, thanks in Japanese, sort of. I likne mini-movie, long ones can be boring. Wish the mini-"skirt" would come back, not, that was always interesting. Thanks, MartinV

Terrie* (65.148.211.207) -- Saturday, October 18 2003, 02:27 am

beautifully written.......
this poem speaks in high volume thru the acoustics of a tender heart...written by a gentleman w/a compassionate soul ...you are i-n-c-r-e-d-i-b-l-e Martin

Pamela (66.38.146.7) -- Tuesday, October 21 2003, 05:40 am

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I have no words to describe the complete and utter sweetness and genuine thoughtfulness that comes from this poem. Such love for someone, I didn't think it existed until I read this.....

Martin Vann (63.185.80.179) -- Friday, July 30 2004, 04:55 pm

The world is full of honey & its, SO Sweet!
Terrie & Pam, Seems as we look back, the picture of our lives, becomes so clear, some things we did we are proud, other things, we just pull of the shelf of our minds. thei poem was about a time, as young man, I had to sweat in the sun earn money for my honey. You know, what life is still grand, and all the world is full of honey bees, making all that honey, just for you and me. Thank You -MV

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