What You Mean
What You Mean
In England I sit cold and alone,
Yet gently warmed as my feelings have grown.
From out of the darkness, who would have known,
My own distant angel seems to have flown.
I see a Saint in that marvellous smile,
Despite each day we wait puts us on trial.
You just have to wait for a little while
Until I come running to you mile by mile.
I imagine your eyes however afar,
Shining brighter than the glinting stars.
Some may think us slightly bizarre
But the door to my heart is drifting ajar.
Each night I imagine a gentle kiss.
This moment in time my biggest wish.
Just to feel your lips, top of my list,
And glide into the land of carefree bliss.
I'll take the darkness and hide it away
To keep you blissful every day.
And shield you always in every fray,
Never again will I let you feel grey.
I'll protect you now till the end of time,
Until the bells of life cease to chime.
I'll hold back your fears, pain and grime
For no other reason than I'm happy you're mine.
D.Ashford