Silly hearts

By Scribbler of Verses

This is dedicated to those who like me "aim for moon, for even if we miss we still end up among the stars." For those who have been made to feel less then perfect and those who needed to smile, it's a dream to be shared and with this book I hope to share this message with all of those who would wish to read it and lose themselves within it's pages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
• Release date: Nov 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662919084

Book preview

In order to find myself I had to first lose myself in her wild.

When you find your silly heart who’s heart your captive in you sleep and who’s face you first see when you wake, and who’s happiness comes before your own, give her your heart as she would do the same for you.

There is a magic that happens with music that can break hate. On a stage I see together with one goal no hate, no division of race or sex, just a dream being realized and being lived.

A relationship without communication is like a sailboat without its sails, it will go no were and have no magical moments upon the ocean of life.

If ever you find yourself lost, find and follow a silly heart and find yourself lost with a companion who would dance along the path with you with a smile.

I have said it before, and I will say it again you have to walk through hellfire in order to fly in heaven. I have been burned but I am still walking.

Her whisper was as soft as summer due upon the leaves and her anger was as thunder roaring but through it all I would weather her storms for if only a chance to gaze into those alluring pools of her eyes.

If I am only to ever hold you in my dreams, I ask to sleep forever as to never experience a day without you in my arms and to find myself lost within your eyes.

If within her heart lies the stuff of my dreams and only the kisses the key, how could I ever be faulted for trying to find ever more passionate ways to unlock her heart?

Of all my life’s adventures she was the most sublime, her every curve a path in which I could travel a thousand times and never tire from, her ever word more enchanting as she shared with me her hopes and dreams. Her eyes the heavens from which I am forever lost within and never to be found. Her passionate kisses like fire upon my lips forever keeping me prisoner to her exquisite charms. I am now and forever more your mad poet, your scribbler of verses, my sweetest silly heart.

Her eyes were as the ocean of dreams, I have sailed upon a thousand times and would again a thousand more as if to never to leave those ravishing pools of dreams.

Every word from her lips sparked creation of the most wonderful ideas within me, it was only ever a pleasure to write them down for as