You are somewhere
in my future
Your soul is already
inside my heart
These things I know
Because I wait

Seeking, feeling, reaching
within.....
There is a missing part
So I wait

My heart
already knows the one
The right time will come
So I will wait

Is it possible
you are my soul mate?
Were you chosen for me
at heaven's gate?
I wonder and I wait

Could you
be waiting too?
Not knowing what to do?
That is why I wait

I'm just like a little girl
wishing on a star
That you were here
with me ...
And not so far
So I have to wait

Closing my eyes
at night
Wonderful dreams
take flight
Love is there
but, I wait

I look out of the window
at all who pass by
I try to be strong
I try not to cry
And I wait......

When I embrace you
My tiny soul,
I feel the softness
Of your little bodies,
You are the floral
Of my unfold seed bud,
You are the dews
Of my sprouted buddies,
When I fold you
In my arms,
I feel the warmth
Of your touch,
You are so small
Like a snail conch.
My eyes always confess
I love you very much.
When I see you eagerly
I feel, I caress,
Your totter body.
When you crying loudly and
Am unable to cuddle you,
Then I feel, I am lost.
You are very special for me
You are my blooming buds
That’s for you needs care
Very much.

A mother is the one who loves you
A mother puts no drug above you
A mother will never make you cry
A mother will never make you want to die
A mother will help you fight your fears
A mother will help you stop your tears
A mother will keep you safe and sound
A mother will never let you down
A mother will daily say I love you
A mother won’t say I hate you
A mother won’t wish you were dead
A mother won’t forget what you said
A mother won’t close the door
A mother won’t let you be poor
Now I ask you, do you have a mother?
Cause’ I don’t, so don’t bother.

Majestic and tall
Never will she fall
Looming overhead
Guarding birchling beds
Imposing and great
Never will her power dissipate
She hold's nature's fate
In her roots
Beauty divine
Great white eyes
No trace or scent of demise
That motherly care
Branches so desolate and bare
An aftermath of winter's yearly wrath
Sweeping in
An overpowering din
Robbing all that was
Vivid and beautiful
Yet the Great Birch Mother
Shows a kindly soul
With her purity of skin
The shade of frigid rain
A figure incarnating love
With no trace of pain
Knots and niches
Reveal wisdom
And healed glitches
She is daring yet caring
That illustrious stare
Will look into winter's eye
An intimidating glare
Iit's worst she will dare

So I would like to ask him
What do you feel?
Is there something inside of you?
Or just that disturbing thing we see.
What is there?
Just a need for attention?
Or is there something more we do not see
Troubled or trouble?
Upset or upsetting?
What are you?
Guilty? Yes or no?
We want an answer to this object of
Spectacle, which we call
Michael Jackson

Will you spend some time with me, my child?
Will you spend some time with me?
Will you think about me when I’m gone?
And what will be your memory?
Will the day when your first words you spoke
Be as clear for you as me?
Will the time your magic castle broke
Bring a smile for you as me?
Will the joy we felt at Christmas time
Counting needles on the tree
Bring a gladness glow within your heart
That’s as warm for you as me?
When I am gone these memories
Will be yours – no longer mine
That’s the gift that’s left by all of us
Our remembered parts of time.

Wedding Poems