The Words That Makes You...And Breaks You: Poetry And Thoughts Bind Together
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Be my shelter from the storm

Do you know how much you mean to me
or how much I truly care
when I say the words, "I love you"
are you listening, do you hear?

My love keeps growing stronger
as the years have passed us by;
do you feel what's in my heart,
do you see what's in my eyes?

You're my shelter from the storm
when bitter winds blow my way
and when your arms hold me close
that's where I want to stay.

And when you wonder why it feels so good,
why it feels so right
don't you know, it's love that heats the fire
that burns between us through the night?

I can see it in your eyes
and in the words you speak
I can feel it in your touch
that love is what you seek.

But it hides beneath the surface
just waiting to be found
frightened of the thunder
when the rain comes pouring down.

I'll be there in your arms
when morning light appears
I'll be there right beside you,
can't you see how much I care?

I'll be there tomorrow
and the day that's after that;
I'd be there in twenty years
and ten years after that.

I know you still need time
to fight battles you have within
if you could trust in my love
it's a fight you'd surely win.

Let's tear down those walls
let's break those stubborn chains
the chains that keep you locked
within yesterday's fading pain.

I wonder if you know
to my heart you hold the key
you've unlocked a kind of love
that sleeps inside of me.

And I think you feel it too
what I no longer try to hide
it's buried beneath the scars,
truth beneath the lies.

You're almost to the window
look closely and you'll see
beyond the mirrored glass
there is a future that could be.

I'm standing in the doorway,
I'll be waiting there for you,
reach out and take my hand,
trust that love will pull you through.

You wanted us to part,
but I've never left your side
I'll always be there waiting
waiting till you arrive.

So, don't leave me in the doorway
when your arms are oh so warm
let me come inside
be my shelter from the storm.

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Name: Andreas
Home: Skåne, Sweden
About Me: Andreas Zetterqvist, 26 years old, hetrosexual. Three passions are present in my life: music, writing and my gf. Music represents the essence of my being, writing represent the expression of my soul, my gf keeps me sane. Laughter keeps my heart light and intact. Thinking keeps my juices flowing. Friends mean the world to me. But trust is something I give to selected few. No one has 100% of my trust. Very few have something close to it. I don't look like a supermodel. And I'm fine with that now at this time of my life because in my own way, I have a beauty that surpasses all these so-called beautiful people. And I'm not being cocky, just showing some much needed confidence. I have a major in network technology, but confined my future with sales. I'm a poet for a few years. I like to think I'm a lot of different things. But for sure I'm a good boy with class, who's a sweetheart and down to earth. But God bless you if you mess with me because I'm a force to be reckoned with. I think birthdays and holidays are special and I think writing is the best way of therapy. I'm honest because I've spent too many years hiding. So if you want to get to know me better, just ask. Or read on.
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