Gloria's Poems - Dedications

Thank you God for Answered Prayers

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God I prayed to you 22 years ago.
God you answered my prayer in this way.
A man knocked on my door Lord.
Tells me he is a friend of my room mate.
We got to talking for 18 hours that day Lord.
It seemed to be our first date.
Who'd figured he�d end up being my soul mate.
He was a man with a very cute crooked smile.
His eyes were as green as could be.
Well Lord you know the rest.
We dated and you put us to the test.
Three months later he asked for my hand Lord.
What else could I do Lord, but follow your way.
So I said yes.
God I prayed to you 22 years ago.
Lord they have flown by so fast.
But you know Lord; he's still my heart and soul.
For you God answered that prayer so long ago.

Dedicated to my husband of 22 years

(first published poem 2007)

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Paul

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Paul

God I thank you for this man we call Paul.
I thank you for the love that he shares.
For the time that he takes to care.
For his time he takes to share.
For he is always there by my side.
He is always there in my minds eye.
He calls me for no reason at all five or six time's a day.
While I'm at home or away his calls always makes my day.
He calls me while I'm asleep in my dreams so deep.
For when we are apart his calls are a speed dial away.
I love how he misses me even though we are only ten minutes apart.
I love when he smiles as he watches me first when we both awake.
I love the coffee he brings me for our morning kiss.
I love the breakfast he makes, because I.m always late.
I love how he misses me as he is in bed before me.
I love knowing that we are a team that's always there for each other.
This man we call Paul is my heart, my soul, my all.
He calms my fears when life's storms appear to ease my soul once more.
His arms are strong as he holds my heart as he walks in the door.
For I know I.m loved by this man we call Paul.

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Yes Your Love Makes me Soar

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When we met back in 1986, you could always make me soar.
As I stand in the shadow of your smile.
You light up my day, as you look my way.
I miss your lips when they are not kissing mine.
And I know our love is rare as I soar higher in the sky.
Yes your love makes me soar.
Yes your love makes me soar.

Your love makes me soar higher than a kite on a windy day.
The funny things you do, just to make me laugh.
The tender way you kiss my hand as we walk through the sands of a beach.
The way we talk without saying a word for we have no need for words.
And as we laugh at a private joke at the same time, in the same way.
Yes your love makes me soar.
Yes your love makes me soar.

Our dreams and promises have never been broken for are minds are as one.
For the love you give me is all I could ever need in this lifetime.
You come in from a hard days work and you call my name.
It was the same way those many years ago as we met, as it still is today.
How much more could I have been blest as I soar high above the trees?
Yes your love makes me soar.
Yes your love makes me soar.

As I still soar in my sleep as are hands are linked.
Do you remember how the sparks shocked us the first time we touched.
There.s no where else I.d rather be, but in your arms as the years fly by.
I'd rather be at home with you alone any day.
Than any where else in this world with someone else be my side..
Yes your love makes me soar.
Yes your love makes me soar!

Dedicated to my husband Pat

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There's a Song in His Soul

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There's a song in his soul

I can hear him singing soft and low.
His melody flows like a flooded river side.
He just can't help himself, for a song is in his soul.

No matter where he goes the songs are not far behind.
They follow him like bees to honey.
His stories go into songs as natural as can be.

His talent is rare as he plays a guitar or banjo.
His fingers flying as he sings to us.
There always seems to be yet just one more.

He sings to one or a hundred and one.
It's all the same to him as his stories are told.
As his heart and soul are in the songs that will come.

As we listen as he makes us laugh or cry.
The stories of the songs stay on our minds.
As we sit and watch his fingers fly over the strings of his guitar.

With new places he goes for just one more show.
And the stories still come with one more friend.
There's a song in his soul that has to be sung until the end.

Dedicated to our cousin C.W. Colt. He is the Caribbean/Country/Blues Master
http://cwcolt.com

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