Poetry
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Family, Friendship, Love and Life. A Collaboration of Poetry and thoughts for everyday life. Poetry Written by David W. Ray Jr Thoughts Written by Julie Wray. Narrated by Trista Shea. Because I Love you roses are red Violets are blue tears I have shed because I love you I need my baby in my arms to hold There isn't a maybe together will grow old You are my life and that's no joke. You'll soon be my wife and we'll die Old folk You were my only and that's a fact. I shall never be lonely. You can count on that. The day will come when all she'll say I wish we had some if but four day our love will grow stronger and stronger because where will go will be bothered no longer higher and higher in the clouds will soar our hearts on fire right down to the core. We shall have no worries for we'll have each other. I'll hold you tight as we stare into the night Kittens. Kittens are a lot of fun, tails held high when they run, always playful as can be curious of all they see curled in a ball can sleep through it all, they have the softest spur and a cute little per Relieve your stress with a brief caressed Ah, good companion When your day is done where are you? I sit alone on a bench in the park Pigeons are cooing and couples walk by my heart heavy with burden Lines in my face are formed Head hung low and co pulled tight Arms crossed against the chest, full of pain foot tapping silently My mind begins to wander to days of old When we were happy A smile creeps to my lips Disease is not the pain that I feel but rather enhances You left without warning Not even a clue I'm confused for I thought always good between how tricky? How rude, How cruel. I sit alone on this bench worried for you. Tears flow steadily I blame no one but me. Blame me why I then think it is you who has caused me such pain Is you who have left without feeling is you who worries not One question does fill my aching solo. Where are you