Give love to myself

 

In the goodness of my heart,
In a solitude of peace,
Moments to think I wonder,
Should I should I stop feeling sorry for myself, should I simply cease.

The thoughts I reside in and think,
About others and myself to help the best I can all day,
Never time for myself,
Am I trying to drive my miseries away?

All across my life,
I done my best,
Giving all my love,
To all the rest.

Wonder of I should for a moment stop and think,
About me, myself and I,
It's about time to be happy,
And stop my inner cry.

Take time for myself,
Make a special place in my heart for me,
Loving myself,
So sweet and tenderly.

Reflections in the waters I want to see me smile,
I want to feel the calm of the sweet moon as it rises above,
It's about time,
I gave myself, love.

Albert Alexander Bukoski©

 

Tears Counted

Tears counted each one,

Drop by drop in the sun,
A happy tear then a sad tear,
Until finally the crying is done,

What is the purpose,
To count each tear?
I really don't know,
As I grow in a year.

I guess a tear is a memory,
From the past,
Good times and bad times,
Memories seem to have a habit to last.

Albert Alexander Bukoski.(c)

Devotion unspoken, keep unbroken.

In my devotion I give you my all with love, honest and unspoken,

Tender nights tender days, please keep your vow to me unbroken,
Hear my heart call the sound of love in the night and sunrise,
As there for you no compromise,
For my love to you is sincere and with a total devotion,
For its you I give all my attention and emotion.
I say again and again to you,
These words I say are true.

In my devotion I give you my all with love, honest and unspoken,
Tender nights tender days, please keep your vow to me unbroken.

Albert Alexander Bukoski(c)

 

My song in silence

Silence in a whisper,
There is no melody in my song today,
Unheard cries in a tenderness,
The sweet echoes of my love flew away.

No more of the love,
Only more of the blame,
Songs of love I had,
Now feelings in unsung shame.

With the flowers bending from crying,
The melody seems so beautiful yet sad,
Tenderness in my heart I feel,
For the love I once had.

Feeling as a castaway in our home,
What did I do for this to deserve?
Lonely and sad,
Is the plate you serve.

Once our home was filled with love,
Now it's as empty as your heart,
Don't you know,
You are making my world fall apart!

Guess today another day,
I will sing unheard,
For my love for myself,
Will be as pretty as the songs from the sweet bird.

Albert Alexander Bukoski(c)