We Made It! | Mary Bone
We survived by the sweat
of the brow,
and the milk of a cow.
We made it somehow!
We survived by the sweat
of the brow,
and the milk of a cow.
We made it somehow!
My love for you is like a powerful storm
So powerful it beats every day for you
Through the storm wind and heavy rain
And my love for you will withstand every pain
It’s beating every day,
I Love You Sweetheart
And our hearts are so pure and
Our love is so sweet,
And listening to you in my heart beat
And sweetheart every day
I love you more with every heartbeat.
you are my happiness
dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile
you are my sunrise
you are my joy
you are my light
you are my morning
you are my smile
Don’t burn my heart
Maybe, in other kingdoms
to have the infallible sense
of what our lives are meant to be.
Maybe, the trees may touch us
and the flowers have time for us.
Maybe, we may gleam
a sunny morning on the leaves,
maybe, we may rest
on the immaterial chords of love.
In other kingdoms…
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I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind’s request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt’s long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
We went to the field, the sun baking us chaps
to a baker’s delight. With our rumpled maps,
we searched every clue, and were bitten perhaps
by a million flies. Getting relief from sunless skies
in times of fair weather, whilst hoping something lies
in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes
to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out,
I brushed to full view, the tomb, brilliantly carved out
of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.
To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest:
‘To exhume the past, we are here at last.’