Music To My Ears
By Desmond Robinson
Even the mere mention of her name is soothing, like music to my ears.
Thoughts of her still warm my heart, after all these years.
I can still remember the warmth and softness of her touch.
O if only she knew that I loved her so much, very much.
Back then I didn’t fully appreciate, nor value her embrace.
Now, my one and only desire is once again to have a taste.
I’ll never let go, if I ever get her back in my grasp.
Our bond will be unbreakable, forever to last.
She remains always and forever close to my heart.
So much so, that all I long for is a fresh start.
If loving her is wrong, you know I don’t want to be right.
She’s got a hold on me, beach I find myself softly uttering her name in my sleep at night…
Freedom… Freedom… Freedom.
Forbidden Love
By Desmond Robinson
I saw her today, and immediately my heart skipped a beat.
I couldn’t just sit there I had to get up out of my seat.
So very happy, yet nervous, I need to tell her how I feel; she deserves it.
Then I was perplexed and couldn’t figure out exactly what to say.
How can I tell a stranger I want her to be mine, and to never go away?
Explaining how I get excited at the start of each new day.
Just for the thought and prospect she’ll come walking my way.
Suddenly doubts kick in, and I start second guessing myself.
I need to consult Casanova and refer to Romeo and Juliet for help.
Like theirs, sadly it’s a forbidden love I must say.
And like the Montagues and Capulets,
I’m supposed to stay away.
But everyone knows that I’m hardheaded, yes it’s a known fact.
So me obeying that stupid rule, like Kodak picture that.
The next time I see her, I’m gonna be honest and keep it real.
I’ll finally follow my heart, using skill to tell her how I feel
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