Dearest Thou Art Wonderful by Mamatish

Passion hae I known
And love hae I known
But ne'er to the depths
Thou takes me.

MY heart is on the edge,
Will it live or will it break
Oh, please do not
Decieve me.

From afar I've lived in pain,
Despair and agony.
I came so near
to feel your breath,
Thine eyes and endless estasy.

To hear thy voice close to my ear
In whispers so enduring.
To feel thy touch upon my skin is a
Fever burning.

As thine lips touch mine
With a sweet caressing.
Our bodies entiwine, ne'er to part
With perfect possessing.

Dearest, thou art wonderful,
Magnificent in thy loving.
I rode with thee on mountains high
Andwill ne'er surrender the feeling.

Passion by Martha

..... A Passion rose from the deep, it breathed at last within its sleep.
... Above, in brilliant green gentlest brows of hills awoke. Unbeknownst as light to dark, the passion strove to wake the Night....
.... Beyond, the man arose to meet the light - it'd touched him gently, then let him go til darkness took the man from Caledonia fair... He’d freed the passion, let it be til each and every word it spoke became the rhythm of the Land, of Caledonia fair...
.... The moment's brightness illumed the night, but fate again sealed Passion's door ... until it was no more.
.... Then earth upon its myriad rounds kept the words fair bound, for just a man to come again and free a Passion bound.... A candle lit began again a stirring in the dark. A Voice melliferous toned roused a world to know, that here at last the man was found...
... Now we wait and beg, this Passion play begin again and have its sway.... The Night's far gone, the flame is lit, no shadowed songs beneath need stay ~ they have a Man, a Voice, a place of Caledonia fair, where Passion meets its Fate...

A Dream is not What it Always Seems by Nicholas

Do you wake and from a dream and it is not what it seems
You shake your head and wonder, what does it all mean
My simple dream to see a forest of lush green

From a land far across the distant sea, I hear a voice
It is in all of us to make a change, make a choice
Like Burns used Poetry to help us remember him and to give his feelings a strong voice

Yes it is true a dream is not always what it always seems
But for some of you who do not even have a chance to dream
Live your live, take a chance and begin to live your dreams
A dream is like a beautiful Rose, full of class, full of life, full of love and passion and gives a smile that can be see for miles
So when next life throws you it's next set of trials, put away that frown and begin to smile

For a Dream is not what it always seems.

Journey to Balquidder
by Tense L. Smith aka AngelRose.

A beautiful sunlit day, warm gentle breezes
As I walked along the Loch Lomond shore
Innocent, sweet, unassuming, reveling in the beauty
That is the Scottish Highlands...
The Scots pines swaying, the light hint of heather
The sweet song of the Pied Flycatcher...
The Osprey flying in and diving for it's supper.

On a rocky hill, I lay, the sun warm and comforting..
Looking out over the beautiful Loch,
Sun glistening on the water, like sparkling diamonds
Still, quiet, gentle, unassuming.
Falling asleep, I dream of a different time, a different place...
Balquhidder, a romantic yet commanding name,
A place of wonder, a place of romance
A place of beauty and serenity.

My mind travels back in time, through a great portal
To a time when life was slower, kinder, gentler
People cared, people loved, people lived
In a place and time when a persons worth
Was measured not by the wealth of his being
But by the quality of his character.
Men were noble, women were strong
And life meant more than mere riches.

You came to me, if only in a dream...Balquhidder
That different time, that different place...you appeared
Flaxen hair, eyes as blue as the sea, square jaw
Strong body, gentle hands, sweet smile.
The first time I saw you, I knew...you took my breath away...
You were my heart's desire, the object of my longing...
You touched my heart with your heart, my soul with yours.
And for the first time, I felt safe, I felt whole, I knew love.

I loved you, with a love so pure and true
In this distant time, this little known place
Where my dreams had taken me
To find not only you, but myself...
The gentle Loch waters lapped against the shore
Waking me from my slumber. Reminding me it was but a dream
But my heart no longer aches, my mind no longer wanders
I have only to close my eyes, and I return there...
Back to Balquhidder, back to you.

Come by Tonya Kimble

Come
Come into my lair
Come
Come if you dare

Come upon the door
See what I have in store
It's all your dreams and thoughts
Which are mine
Come with me as we dine
On the ghost of love that is in our heart
For yours is but a whisper of the love I start

Behold my eyes of blue,
you know it's true
Behold a look is all it took
To begin your journey into my lair

Come
Come into my lair
Come
Come if you dare

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