Lovesong

from a tiny acorn the oak tree grows,
what a man cant find a child will know,
only the heart knows the secret
of where the wind blows
and that's enogh for me.

from drops of water the clouds are formed,
that grow together to make the storm.
from the thunder and the lightning
the rainbow is born
and that's enough for me.

the feeling that i have for you
is the simple song i sing.
your mind may not understand,
but your heart knows what i mean.

from old worn hands a life was made,
that fought and worked, touched and prayed.
that weathered the storms,
stood up and stayed
and that's enough for me.

the feeling that i have for you
is the simple song i sing.
your mind may not understand,
but your heart knows what i mean.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!