Every poem within this collection represents a moment, an emotion, or a lesson that helped shape my life. Some poems were written during seasons of joy, while others emerged from uncertainty, heartbreak, faith, and reflection. Together, they tell the story of a heart learning to love, forgive, hope, and dream.
Thank you for taking this journey with me.
About Author’s Notes in this edition
Selected poems may receive additional notes from the author in future editions. These optional reflections will explain inspiration and context without interrupting the poetry itself.
Official Sponsors
Principal Sponsor — Fidelity Bank (Bahamas) Ltd.
Fidelity Bank stands prominently among the valued partners whose generous support helped bring Revelations of a Silent Heart to readers.
This collection is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It explores mature romantic relationships, emotional intimacy, sensuality, heartbreak, grief, faith, forgiveness, and complex personal experiences. The material is presented for literary and artistic purposes.
About This Website Edition
Accessible by design. Structured headings, keyboard-friendly controls, visible focus, adjustable text, dark mode, and screen-reader-ready reading order.
Revised presentation. This edition improves navigation, formatting, acknowledgements, reader guidance, and online readability while preserving the author’s literary voice.
About the poet. Kevin E. Cartwright, B.A., M.Ed., is a Bahamian principal, educator, author, accessibility specialist, disability advocate, songwriter, and founder of Brain Vitamin.
With profound gratitude, I recognize Fidelity Bank (Bahamas) Ltd. for its generous and distinguished support of Revelations of a Silent Heart. Its belief in literacy, culture, community, and Bahamian creativity has helped make this publication possible. Fidelity Bank’s contribution is acknowledged with special prominence and sincere appreciation.
Cable Cares Foundation — Major Sponsor
I gratefully acknowledge Cable Cares Foundation for its valued sponsorship and commitment to education, literacy, youth development, and community enrichment. Its support has played an important role in bringing this work to readers.
Bamboo Shack — Supporting Sponsor
My sincere thanks to Bamboo Shack for believing in this literary project and supporting Bahamian literature, creativity, and the arts.
I also extend heartfelt appreciation to my family, friends, mentors, colleagues, literary supporters, and every reader who has encouraged this work.
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Section graphic description: A honey dipper rests beside a small pool of golden honey, visually introducing a section centered on the sweetness, warmth, and richness of romantic love.
Graphic description: A honey dipper rests beside a small pool of golden honey, visually introducing a section centered on the sweetness, warmth, and richness of romantic love.
Section graphic description: A person holds the two separated halves of a bright red broken heart. The image introduces poems about emotional pain, loss, betrayal, and recovery.
Graphic description: A person holds the two separated halves of a bright red broken heart. The image introduces poems about emotional pain, loss, betrayal, and recovery.
Section 3 — Refreshing Cocktails of Love, Hope, and Encouragement
Section graphic description: A glowing sunrise breaks over a dark horizon, suggesting renewal, hope, warmth, and the beginning of a more encouraging section.
Graphic description: A glowing sunrise breaks over a dark horizon, suggesting renewal, hope, warmth, and the beginning of a more encouraging section.
Section graphic description: An arrangement of flowers, perfume bottles, and delicate decorative objects introduces a varied collection of poems united by beauty, personality, and everyday experience.
Graphic description: An arrangement of flowers, perfume bottles, and delicate decorative objects introduces a varied collection of poems united by beauty, personality, and everyday experience.
This book of poems is keys to wisdom’s treasure, gates to lands of pleasure, paths that upward lead, so friends, “Come, let us read!”
I am pleased that this book of love poems gives life, enthusiasm and determination to those who read it, while telling the stories of each as you perceive it.
The writer has a unique writing style, which allowed him to transfer his thoughts into readable poems where one can gain comfort. Throughout the book, there are clear evidences of Mr. Kevin E. Cartwright’s gifts as an English language scholar and teacher.
As the young and old alike search for love, they should read this volume of poems, which will be beneficial to their selective choice of a mate. Congratulations to Mr. Cartwright on accomplishing one of his goals as a writer; and for his future literary endeavours, I wish him well. Maria Augusta Deleveaux, B.A., M.Ed. Principal Erin H. Gilmour School for The Blind Nassau, The Bahamas January 16, 2018
I have always dreamed of writing books for avid readers to enjoy. Ever since I learned to put words together on paper and began to share my written works with others, many people have encouraged me to pursue writing as a career. Well, I now teach the art of creative writing, poetry, and English language to children, teenagers, and adults, which include the blind and visually impaired. While pursuing my career as an educator, I have continued to follow my passion for writing, and now you are reading a real piece of my handiwork.
As you peruse the pages of this book, you will come to understand and learn more about me and my craft. If my words touch your heart, you might even relive some of your own life experiences through my poetry and come to have a newfound appreciation for the art of poetic expression as a result. Furthermore, after reading my poems, you might discover the poet who always lived inside your heart. Regardless of your reaction, you will be reading about my heartfelt journey of emotional highs and lows. So, prepare for the thrills and excitement that are about to unfold. Writing has always been my passion. For many years, I have used it as an outlet of expression, especially during those very difficult times of my life. Those cold, dark, and lonely days when I felt that no one understood or cared about how I felt or what turmoil I was feeling on the inside. Truthfully, I have internalized a great deal until now, and my silent heart confidentially kept all of my secrets, including the ones that caused me to shed a river of tears. Although I laughed outwardly to mask the pain and smiled warmly to comfort another’s heart,
the anguish and suffering I once felt scarred me to the very core of my being.
As you read my poems, you will discover that some of the poems in this book will make you laugh; some will make you cry; while others will leave you perplexed or filled with mixed emotions. Nevertheless, it is my hope that you derive immense enjoyment and life-changing therapy from reading them all. Ultimately, I am confident that you will learn something from the many moral lessons that each poem is intended to convey. Even more important, as you read my writings, it is my hope that you are able to identify with some of my experiences, learn from my mistakes, and grow into the beautiful human beings that you are destined to be.
I have poured a lot of blood, sweat and tears into writing this book of poetry. It was a very exciting and exhilarating process, and I enjoyed every step of the journey. This experience has taught me about myself. It allowed me to explore various dimensions of my emotions. As you read my poems, you will come to appreciate the profound and dynamic messages that they are meant to convey. No doubt, being able to communicate my feelings of love and relationships, heartbreak and betrayal, anger and disappointment, hope and encouragement, redemption and forgiveness have all been quite therapeutic. I feel that many of my burdens have been lifted as a result of emptying the contents of my heart on to the pages of this book. Yes, I have come a long way, but I feel truly grateful and blessed to have friends, who believed in me and became like thorns of encouragement in my side, nudging me along when I felt like giving up and not completing this project. There were days when I felt that my writings were not good enough or that no one would ever read my literature; but that is no longer my worry, for I now know anything that comes from the heart is
worth sharing with others, even if only a few curious eyes get to see it. More important, I have learned that everyone has a gift, but if that gift isn’t shared with others, it can be taken away in a heartbeat. Hence, I made the decision to share some of the intimate details of my personal life with you through my poetry, hoping that they will become a source of comfort and healing to your heart, mind, body, and soul. Moreover, I want to assure you that your perspectives about the many complex and varied dimensions of love, heartbreak, and relationships will become clearer as a result of reading my book, which I thoughtfully and carefully wrote with you in mind.
No meaningful journey is ever completed alone. Revelations of a Silent Heart reflects not only my thoughts and experiences, but also the encouragement, friendship, inspiration, and generosity of those who believed in me and this project. To each of you, I offer my heartfelt thanks.
I wish to express my sincere appreciation to Bamboo Shack for its generous sponsorship and support of this publication. Your contribution helped make the realization of this project possible, and I am deeply grateful for your confidence in my work.
I’ve seen the beauty of the world before, But never through your eyes. God gave me the gift of sight that stayed for just a moment, But like a flash of lightning midnight came, Forever darkening my sunlit skies. Even though my world had changed, And for a time things were strange, My childhood innocence remained an inner source of peace. Blindness stole my sight in the dead of the night! What a cold and callous thief!
I’ve never wanted to see the world through another’s eyes Until you came along. You awoke a dormant part of my heart That was frozen by a lonely winter’s song. I never desired to know what golden sunsets and colourful rainbows looked like Until you passed my way, Not to mention white doves and pink flamingoes, All of which God spoke into existence in one day. Whenever I’m with you, My world becomes more clear. Although I cannot behold the way you look at me. It’s so hard to resist not feeling your amorous stare. Paint for me a mental image of your face; Give me vivid descriptions of your sensuous beauty— Your skin, so soft, so fair. Be my eyes, my SWEET LOVER, So I can see you, The one whom I love dear.
Give me your eyes to see the world From your visual point of view. Give me your eyes to see the world And all the smiling faces, Old and new. Give me your eyes to see the world And all God’s wonderful creations above. Give me your eyes to see your heart, All of its beauty and its love.
Graphic description: A peaceful shoreline scene with waves rolling onto pale sand beneath a glowing sky. The open horizon suggests longing, wonder, and the desire to experience the visible world through the eyes of someone loved.
I often imagine what do you look like. May I touch your face? I see an inner beauty that exceeds the radiance of your smile. May I touch your face? I want to draw on the mental canvas of my mind, the image I perceive of your features when touched. May I touch your face? I’m sure it’ll be quite marvellous, And it’ll mean so very much. May I touch your face? My fingers are the paintbrush, And your face is the window That opens to the inner you. May I touch your face? With every gentle caress of my fingertips I’ll discover a beauty, Giving me the clearest view. May I touch your face? But I’ll take my time When using my paintbrush To paint your eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and lips, May I touch your face? Stroking every feature quite meticulously, Using only my fingertips.
I know your touch, No other touch feels the same. Your soft and gentle hands cause my body to feel an electric sensation When you hold on to me, When you squeeze me, When you taste me, When you tease me.
I know your touch, No other touch has the same effect as yours: You cause me to shiver; You cause me to quiver; You make me grow weak, So weak in the knees. And you can do whatever you please.
I know your touch, No other is quite as pleasing, Or quite as calming, When frustration comes my way, And worry seems to be the order of the day. Forever in your loving arms Is where I want to stay. I know your touch, No other seems quite as loving, Gentle and not shoving, Reminding me of our very own magic Whenever it’s felt. I know your touch, No other makes me feel so special
And awakens my fervour to be with you To do the intimate things That two lovers do.
I know your touch, None other like yours Can tickle me to laughter And make me think of our love ever after And my every moment spent with you.
I know your touch, None other knows how to find my erogenous zones And send thrills through my bones That arouses my fantasies like you do. With every touch of your hand And every loving tap of your fingertips, My heart melts like butter for you.
Graphic description: A close, affectionate couple lean toward one another, their faces near and their posture tender. The image emphasizes emotional closeness and the quiet power of physical touch.
If only for a little while I could read your mind, I could discover your thoughts And long-kept secrets no other lover could find. If only for a little while I could hear your heart whisper, Mine would whisper back. Like kindred spirits, We would form an unbreakable bond That could stand the test of time.
If only for a little while I could ignite your fire, Your greatest and deepest desire, Your inner animal I would awake. If only for a little while I could feel the outpouring of your love into every part of me, Like floods from the ocean or the sea, My heart would know for sure That to you it belongs, And no other lover but you could sing its song. If only for a little while I could bring you happiness And the joy you’ve never known. If only for a little while You could just tell me That you love me And want to be my lover alone. If only for a little while You could show me in action
The words you cannot say. If only for a little while We could spend our lives together As our destinies would have it From the very first day we met.
Graphic description: A seated couple viewed from behind share a quiet moment together, one arm raised as though pointing toward something in the distance. The scene conveys companionship, stillness, and the wish to hold onto a brief shared time.
When I entered the pathway to your secret garden, As I’d done so many times. I knew that something magical would happen on that very night. When I released all of my God-given rivers of life inside you, The moment was special, Everything felt just right. You held me in your arms so tightly While breathing heavily and gyrating wildly. You called my name with such adoration as you came. I thrust harder. I thrust deeper. And you enjoyed every moment As I demonstrated my masculine prowess with confidence, Setting your world and its fire ablaze.
As we lay there feeling satisfied, Awash in perspiration, Still tightly locked in each other’s arms, Not time, Not the world, Nothing at all mattered then. Our only needs, wants, and desires were making sweet love, Over and over again. This would be the night, Fate would not fail to leave, And we knew that a seed was planted, From the moment you were conceived.
“Mother! Father!” I wish I could yell louder. Look at the beauty your love has made. There’s still lots of growing, And lots of work, to do. But I’m thankful for being the tiny miracle, A very precious gift, That through your loving unions God so generously gave. Minutes turned into hours; Hours turned into days; And in the weeks that followed, So many things happened, Even I am left amazed!
I am much more now than just a fertilized little seed. Like the buds of a flower, I’m blossoming with speed. I’m a living, breathing foetus now; All of my body parts are formed. With just a few more weeks of growing I’ll be ready to be delivered, To be held lovingly in my mother’s and father’s arms. Carry me within you. I need nine months to grow. Carry me within you. My father planted me here Because he knew you’d love me so. Carry me within you. It’s your womb that’s now my home. Carry me within you.
For I can’t carry myself alone. Carry me within you. I’m a new life now within. Carry me within you. I’m just a smaller duplicate of my father, The man whose heart beats within.
Graphic description: A pregnant woman stands outdoors with one hand resting protectively on her belly. The image evokes carrying love, memory, and another life within oneself.
In the stillness of the night, When it’s just you and me, Softly inhaling and exhaling, Our spirits alive and free. Two hearts beating rhythmically, Synchronized as though they’re one, One gentle touch is all it took For our bodies to respond.
Pulling and drawing me in, “Come closer,” You longingly beg. “Take your woman now “And make love to me. “I want to feel your hardened manliness between my legs.” Two hearts beating rhythmically, Synchronized as though they’re one, One gentle touch is all it took, For our bodies to respond. Wrapping me up tightly in your arms and between your thighs, Gyrating wildly beneath me While calling my name so sweetly, Our worlds set ablaze in an unquenchable fire of love and lust. The louder you call my name, The harder and more lovingly I yield to my urge to thrust. Two hearts beating rhythmically, Synchronized as though they’re one,
One gentle touch is all it took, For our bodies to respond.
No turning back now. We’ve ascended love’s mountaintop. At its peak is where we’ll stay! We’ve reached lover’s pleasure playground, Our favourite place to play! Two hearts beating rhythmically, Synchronized as though they’re one, One gentle touch is all it took, For our bodies to respond.
Graphic description: Two soft red hearts lie side by side, symbolizing two lives emotionally joined and beating in harmony.
As the sun lights the sky on a beautiful day, The flames of our candles burn in our hearts and never fade away. By our radiant smiles The whole world can tell That the passion of our love is alive and well. And even when the sun sets in the great blue sky, The flames of our candles never die. And when the silver moon comes out each night, The flames of our candles burn intensely bright.
When the world is darkened by life’s coldest storms, The flames of our candles keep our hearts warm. When nebulous clouds replace dawn’s daylight, The flames of our candles are never extinguished by their ominous sight. And even when the sunshine goes cold on a winter day, The flames of our candles continue to light the way. And when the twinkling stars refuse to play at night, The flames of our candles lights up the heavens with their fire so bright. Like a lighthouse on a hilltop, Providing light from a far distance for others to navigate safely the seas, The flames of our candles light love’s pathway, Making safe the journey of love for you and me. And if that time ever comes when midnight decides to become sky’s permanent resident, And the moon and stars are no longer friends, The flames of our candles will burn on forever, With flames of love that never end.
I took hatred’s bullets, arrows and spears; I fought long and hard to protect our love throughout the years. I’m a wounded soldier on the battlefield of love.
I took jealousy’s envy, hatred and lies; I fought so long and hard to keep tears from both our eyes. I’m a wounded soldier on the battlefield of love.
I took life’s disappointments, miseries and woes; I fought long and hard to take the blows. I’m a wounded soldier on the battlefield of love.
I took heartbreak’s pain and stress; I fought long and hard to pass every test. I’m a wounded soldier on the battlefield of love.
I took contempt’s ridicule and scorn; I fought long and hard to carry on, Even when I was tired and feeling worn. I’m a wounded soldier on the battlefield of love. All the scars are here to see, Of the blows I took for you and me. I believe our love is worth fighting for, On the battlefield of love.
I feel so good. I’m in a euphoric state. I expect you to walk through that door any minute; I can’t wait! As the river runs into the sea, Your love runs through my mind. I can’t help but think about you And your love all the time! I’m addicted to your love; It’s like a potent drug. Every moment of every day, I keep getting high on your love.
It’s your love that warms my heart, Like the sunshine melts the fallen snow. I always feel your magical presence Everywhere I go. We share a deep connection And a chemistry that’s one of a kind. Every day, your love, it fills my cup, Tasting sweeter than vintage wine. I’m addicted to your love; It’s like a potent drug. Every moment of every day, I keep getting high on your love.
Your love burns into every corner of my heart, Chasing all my fears of a broken heart away. The intensity of the passion we share is wonderful; Together with you is where I always want to stay. A prisoner in your love is what I’d choose to be,
As long as you’re willing to share your cell of love with me. I’m addicted to your love; It’s like a potent drug. Every moment of every day, I keep getting high on your love.
Well, here we are together in each other’s arms. In your love I’ll continue to drown. You caught me in your quicksand, And I’ll enjoy every moment going down. I don’t need to be rescued. I don’t need to be freed. As long as I’m with you, You’re the only one I need. I’m addicted to your love; It’s like a potent drug. Every moment of every day, I keep getting high on your love.
Graphic description: A pink romantic design decorated with hearts and the word love, suggesting euphoria, sweetness, and the intoxicating lift of affection.
You feel so good inside, When you’re in love you cannot hide. You want to share it with the world, So all may know That you found love in a very special way. And the look upon your face, says everything words cannot express, When love takes over.
When you close your eyes, While asleep in bed at night, You hear whispers of your lover’s voice in your dreams. They’re as beautiful As the soft, sweet melody Always playing in your heart, A love song that only you can sing, When love takes over. Love’s taking over. Love’s taking over you. When you’re yearning for a kiss from the one you really love and miss. Love’s taking over. Love’s taking over you. When your heart is craving much, More than just a simple touch. Love’s taking over.
If I give you my heart Would you take it? If you do, Would you cherish and not break it? It’s as delicate as the petals of a flower. It’s as fragile as the wings of a bee. All it requires is our love so strong To grow from a tiny flowing river Into a mighty rushing sea.
If I give you my trust, Would you abuse it? It’s a rare and priceless gem, Would you protect and not lose it? All it requires is your love so strong To strengthen our earned bonds of trust, Leaving no room for doubt, Where total honesty is a must.
If I give you my shoulders, Would you cry on them? Whenever tears begin to flow, Would you rely on them? All it requires is your love so strong To help carry your burdens when they become too much, And a loving lover to encourage you When you are tempted to give up.
If I give you my lips, Would you kiss them? After your very first taste, Would you turn and walk away? Or would you find it hard to resist them? When our two lips become one, With very little room to inhale or exhale, The flames of our fiery passion will burn without fail. All it requires is your love so strong To keep the fire burning, Like the sunshine in the sky Keeping warm the hearts of lovers, With its sparkling glow that never dies.
In the stars tonight There’s a special lullaby. Every time I hear it, It makes me cry. My eyes, my heart, they all overflow, With tears of joy to know that you love me so.
In the moon that shines, There’s a rare melody that plays, With the enchanting strings of a harp that has me amazed. And a sweet, sweet lullaby is all I hear, As every sleep-inducing melody tickles my ear.
In the great open sky, Where every cloud dwells, There’s a host of heavenly angels always playing their flutes and ringing their bells. With the sweetest lullaby ever sung, Setting lyrics to paper and melody to tongue.
In the ocean and sea where all roams free, Is a band of sea creatures as happy as can be, Playing drums, horns, trumpets, and trombones, Creating the sweetest lullaby like none I’ve ever known.
In the heart of every lover, On this very special night. There’s a lullaby so magical; There’s a lullaby playing just right. With all musical parts harmoniously and beautifully blended into one bedtime song, As lullaby lovers all join together And sing sleepily along.
Graphic description: A dreamy night scene with a crescent moon, glowing stars, and a small sailboat on calm water. The picture creates a gentle bedtime mood of serenity, romance, and imagination.
For you I’ll compose a love song that only I could write. For you I’ll compose a love song that I’ll sing to you each night. For you I’ll compose a love song with chords only you will know. For you I’ll compose a love song that you can carry everywhere you go.
For you I’ll compose a love song to soothe your hurts and pains. For you I’ll compose a love song more priceless than wealth or earthly gain. For you I’ll compose a love song with sweet melodies that only you could play. For you I’ll compose a love song that’s perfect in every way.
For you I’ll compose a love song this world has never heard. For you I’ll compose a love song and only you will know its words. For you I’ll compose a love song with harmonious musical parts. And the source of its music will always be your ever-loving heart.
As I lie here wide awake, A million thoughts of you flood my mind. My Beloved, You are that fine and rare treasure So many search for but never find. My Beloved, You are that sunshine with a heart-warming glow, That love song whose lyrics are so sweetly penned. My Beloved, You are that poem when recited perfectly, Reminds my broken heart exactly of what it feels like to truly love again.
The gracefulness of your unmistakable presence has the delicate softness of ten thousand beautiful butterflies in flight. The tenderness of your kisses would reignite doused passions with a fervour so intense, so bright. The sensuality of your spoken utterances is as melodious as a nightingale’s call. The very thought of loving you would make me want to fall.
Graphic description: A smiling couple sit close together, their faces bright with affection. Their relaxed closeness suggests trust, admiration, and the joy of being cherished.
I want to feel the fervour of your fire. I want to be the one who steals your heart. For no one needs you More than I do. Everything that I own, I want to give to you.
I want to fertilize your garden So my seeds can take root And new life can grow. I want to tell you a secret That no one else would know.
I want to share your deepest thoughts And explore the inner sanctums of your heart. I want to experience the fullness of your mesmerizing love And unrestrained passion, Whether we’re close together Or many miles apart.
Graphic description: A couple press their foreheads together and smile softly, conveying intimacy, mutual comfort, and a desire for lasting closeness.
Your lips are like sweet lemonade. The more I kiss them, The more I miss them. Like ice-cold lemonade, They’re sweet to the very last drop. Whenever I kiss them, I don’t want to stop.
Your lips are like sweet lemonade. You make my mouth tingle with every refreshing kiss. You take all of my thirst away with the sweet lemonade that flows like a drink From the love-filled cup of your fountain into my receptive orifice.
Your lips are like sweet lemonade. Not a day goes by when I’m not puckering up to take a drink. I crave to taste you more and more; You always quench my thirst for sure, And I don’t care what others think.
Your lips are like sweet lemonade, And your delightful flavours always got the right stuff! I can drink your beverage over and over again And still never get enough!
I’ll have a drink of what you’re having, Or maybe even two. All night our glasses will be clinking. As long as you’re drinking, I’ll be drinking with you.
We’ll start with some wine, And then champagne, While mixing in a little rum and beer. Tonight’s the night, We’ll let it all hang out, Abandoning our worries and cares.
Pour me a drink of passion, And I’ll pour one back for you. And if intoxication results from all this drinking, We’ll pay the price when the night is through.
Pour me a drink of passion, Tonight I’m in a daze. And if sobriety never comes until tomorrow, We’ll let our fires blaze.
Graphic description: A glass and slices of lime are arranged as a vivid, refreshing drink motif. The tart fruit and bright green colour reinforce the poem’s comparison of passion to a powerful drink.
Let me be your melody, Soft and clear. Let me be the one who whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Let me be the beacon that brightens your path. Let me be the composer of the lyrics You sing in your heart.
Let me be the one promise that you won’t break. Let me be the one chance that you’re willing to take. Let me be the helping hand that picks you up when you fall. When there is trouble, Let me be the friend on whom you can call.
Let me be the loving arms that keep you warm when nights are cold. Let me be your lifelong lover; Together we can grow old. Let me be the one to whom you give your heart to hold And with whom you share your deepest secrets, Never to be repeated or retold. I want to be everything you ever dreamed. Let me be. I want to be all that you hoped for in me. Let me be. All I ever want is to be.
Whenever I pray I thank the Lord for sending you my way. I feel blessed to say The love we share is beautiful. No other love’s like yours and mine. Love, let your light forever shine. It’s so hard to believe. How could it be?
Through the years I’ve shed so many tears of joy and bliss. In so many ways You fill my life with happiness. My heart is yours and yours is mine. Our kindred souls are intertwined. It’s so hard to believe. How could it be?
I won’t forget the day we met, And how you made me smile. It’s still gives me chills Remembering our first encounter. When I looked into your eyes I knew I found the love I longed to find. It’s so hard to believe. How could it be?
How could it be that you are lying here next to me? How could it be our love is now reality? So many hearts have gone astray, But yours and mine chose to stay. It’s so hard to believe. How could it be?
Graphic description: A romantic still life of tall candles, glassware, and warm reflected light. The scene suggests a private evening shaped by longing, questions, and emotional intensity.
Every night before I close my eyes I thank the Lord That you’re here. Every night before I go to sleep I say a special prayer. All day long my mind is filled with thoughts, Thoughts of only you. I am so afraid, And I don’t know what to do.
This feeling that I feel inside Feels so good I can’t explain. Sometimes I just can’t stop myself from calling out your name. All day long my mind is filled with thoughts, Thoughts of loving you. I am so afraid, And I don’t know what to do. Should I let go? No, keep holding on. Should I just cry? Don’t cry, She loves you. What must I do? She’s too good to be true. I’ve never, ever felt this way before. I’ve never, ever felt this way before.
I feel a love within my heart That I want to linger on forever. The moments that I shared with you Are memories to be treasured. Inside I yearn so desperately, To hold your body close to me. If we could only turn the hands of time.
If I could only kiss your tender lips And hold your body once again, The flames that burnt but burn no more Would reignite a passion far more intense. Things are clearer now; I can clearly see: Here is where you ought to be. If we could only turn the hands of time.
All of my love I’ll give to you, Just call and I’ll surrender, Straight into your warm and loving arms That once provided endless pleasure. My lonely heart longs to hear you say, “The love we lost will find its way.” If we could only turn the hands of time.
If we could turn the hands of time, I’d be in your arms and you’d be in mine. We’d feel the joy That we once felt. We’d float upon the clouds of love, Like hand-in-glove We’d make sweet love. If we could only turn the hands of time.
All I have is just a dream, Realizing that dreams can come true. I know someday you’ll be mine, Forever, we’ll share our lives.
I’m sure that day will soon be here, The voice of love has whispered in my ear, Telling me to keep the faith, For good women come to good men who choose to wait.
I’m going to marry you someday, Take your love away, I’ll have your heart, And you’ll have mine. I’m going to marry you someday, And forever with me you’ll stay, I’m going to marry you someday.
Graphic description: A woman in an elegant pose looks outward against a warm background, suggesting beauty admired from a distance and the hope of a future relationship.
I have a special package that must be delivered today. If it doesn’t reach its destination before midnight, I must throw it away. I know its receiver will be waiting, And she hasn’t slept all night. And I can’t afford to disappoint her, For she’s been waiting all her life.
This special package that I’m carrying, I’m sure she’ll understand, For with it comes specific instructions Before I place it in her hand. She doesn’t know what to expect, But I’m certain it’ll be worth the wait. For when she finally opens it, There’ll be the biggest smile on her face.
First I’ll place a sweet-scented letter in her hand, And I’ll give her some time. I’ll watch her read its contents, Wishing if only for a moment, I could read her mind. In her hands I’ll place a meticulously sealed box, Wrapped in all her favourite colours, beautiful and bright as can be. She’ll close her eyes and open the box As instructed in the letter, And wait patiently for just one moment before reopening her eyes to see. Then I’ll gently move the ring from the box, And silently fall to one knee
While placing it on the fourth finger of her left hand. I’ll softly say, “My Love, “Will you marry me? “Here I am, as promised. “Signed, sealed, delivered into your hands.”
Graphic description: A man gently offers a red rose to a smiling woman. The gesture suggests a message of love being personally delivered and warmly received.
The hand of justice has delivered its verdict; Its sentence I willingly accept. Here in the court of love, You must know I won’t ever deny that I love you. This promise I made will forever be kept.
The judge and all the jury are ready to put me away. They’re all laughing and smiling, But I don’t care. Let them do what they want! Let them say what they want to say! If I must pay a price for loving you, Then it’s a price that I’m willing to pay!
I can feel the coldness of the steel handcuffs As they fasten them around my wrists. They blindfold my eyes, shackle my feet, And beat me with chains and whips. I’m told to say that I don’t love you; And we both know it’s not true. I’ll never give in! No matter how much they beat me! I’d rather die than deny my love for you! The enemies of love, They treat me like an animal. Like a lamb ready for slaughter They cart me away. If it’s a crime for me to love you, Then, I’m guilty as charged. If it’s a crime for me to love you, Then, I’m willing to die today.
This heart of mine will always love you, And don’t you ever forget. Just wanted to tell you this Before my last breath.
These lips of mine will treasure all the tenderness From the very first moment That our two lips met. Just wanted to tell you this Before my last breath.
I will always cherish the beauty of our bodies Making love and dripping with sweat. Just wanted to tell you this Before my last breath.
I will treasure every moment that I spent with you, And in my loving heart All our special memories will be safely kept. Just wanted to tell you this Before my last breath.
Our life is precious. Our existence is fleeting, And we are frail. We don’t know when, But we know for sure That the warm hands on our clocks of life will cease ticking, And, someday, the cold hands of death will prevail. Always remember that I love you, Even after I’m laid to rest. Just wanted to tell you this Before my last breath.
My heart’s been torn into so many pieces, All of which are so very small. At one time it was like a perfectly assembled puzzle, Until I allowed it to fall. I used to guard it with my life, But then, along you came. Pretending as if you had good intentions When breaking my heart was your only aim.
In the palm of your hands I left my heart, Not for one moment ever doubting that it would be safe. You let it slip from your grasp And watched it crash. Now there are broken pieces scattered all over the place. You played your game; You achieved your objective: My once perfectly assembled puzzle you wrecked. How could you act so callously And show no remorse or regret? You told so many lies; You deceived me with your charm. Can’t believe I didn’t know that your sweet and tender kisses were meant to do me harm. You’re such a smooth operator, But I’m the fool for believing that you’d stay. Leaving me to put back together the pieces of my broken heart, While you turn and walk away.
Although my heart still beats strongly, Silently it bleeds, Still wanting your love and affection, For you’re the only one it needs. Bandages can only provide a temporary cover For all of its painful scars. My heart’s all wounded and shattered, Like two? tragically and recklessly driven cars.
My heart it bleeds profusely, O how I wish the bleeding would subside. And no remedy or medicine could stop the flow As it oozes profusely inside. You must have stuck a knife in my chest, For my heart’s been terribly ripped. Our light of love went out completely. When you broke my heart, You made my breakers trip.
Not even a very bad toothache or a broken limb Is more agonizing than a broken heart in pain. Only time can heal and help to mend Its many pieces together again. You took the key of trust that I gave you And unfastened the valves to the four chambers of my heart. Now only you can stop the bleeding, For you’re the one who made it start.
Can’t take it any longer. Can’t take it anymore. You’d have to give me one good reason To not walk through that door. You’d have to tell me why you love me And tell me why I should stay. And if your answers are not good enough, I’d still walk away.
There’s no comfort in misery, And no pleasure in pain. How can I be sure, my love, That you won’t hurt me again? Can I hold you to your promise To be faithful and true? If I can’t, then there’s no need to return my heart to you.
Give me one good reason to give you my heart. The last time you got my heart You tore it apart. I need one good reason to give my heart to you. The last time you got my heart You tore it in two.
I won’t forget the day we met. It still pains my heart with such regret To know I never realized You were a wolf in sheep’s disguise. I thought you were the one for me, You seemed so right from the start, I gave you my love unconditionally. Now look what you’ve done to me! Look what you’ve done to me!
My broken heart won’t hurt in vain, Someday you’ll feel the pain that I feel. Remember my words, They’ll come true: The wrong you do Always comes back to you. I thought you were the one for me, You seemed so right from the start, I gave you my love unconditionally. Now look what you’ve done to me! Look what you’ve done to me!
You don’t know what you’ve put me through. How I wish I’d never made love to you. My heart is void, I have no love left, I gave you all, including myself.
Graphic description: A woman rests her head on folded arms with a distant, troubled expression, suggesting emotional exhaustion and the vulnerability of giving oneself completely.
I’m broken into pieces all because of you. My heart’s in so much pain, And I don’t know what to do. Perhaps I’ll call a doctor to heal or prescribe a cure. This badly broken heart of mine needs all the help it can get, That’s for sure. You hurt me, not just once but so many times. I should have known better to allow you near this fragile heart of mine.
I don’t understand how you could live the way you do, Continuing to crush the heart of the one who loves you. But it is hard to love another When you yourself don’t know how to love. That’s why you find it so easy to push, to pull, and to shove, Leaving out in the cold A badly wounded heart that shivers at the mere mention of the word love. You hurt me, not just once but so many times. I should have known better to allow you near this fragile heart of mine. I’ve suffered the pain and agony, But I’ve fought a good fight. To soothe my hurts and pains, I cried myself to sleep at nights. Yet you showed no remorse, And it’s quite clear to see, For all day long you laugh at me. You hurt me, not just once but so many times. I should have known better to allow you near this fragile heart of mine.
It’s all a game to you And you’ve mastered it very well. If you ever think of karma, It’s very hard to tell. As long as you have your way And get what you want, too. You’re not the least worried about consequences, But you’ll get what is due. You hurt me, not just once but so many times. I should have known better to allow you near this fragile heart of mine.
When I came home from work, I found you left me a note, Which I read, Now there’s pain in my head. You said you loved me so, Yet you wanted me to know, You were afraid to fall in love. You said you didn’t deserve to be loved by me, And that someday I’d find someone else To love and treat me right, To fill the void in my life, To become my lifelong lover and wife.
I was never so shocked in all of my life, First I thought you were playing a game. I turned on the lights; I walked through the house, But nothing at all seemed the same. You took all of your things; You left nothing behind, Not even a picture for me. This is when I knew, You up and left me for true. Now what in the world must I do?
A happy life filled with dreams, Lots of fond memories— You destroyed everything When you walked out on me. Now tell me how you failed to see That you meant the world to me? Guess you’re happy now that you are free.
Graphic description: A solitary figure sits beneath a large tree at sunset near the water. The wide, empty landscape reinforces abandonment, loneliness, and reflection after someone leaves.
I cried a river of tears, Which I never thought I’d do. I cried a river of tears All because of you. The more I tried to stop the drops, The bigger they became. My pillows, my bed, and room were flooded from the river of tears Washing my bedroom floors like rain.
I cried a river of tears When you told me you were gone. I cried a river of tears, Throughout the night into the dawn. Like waves of torrential rain, My tears poured out like showers. I tried but couldn’t stop myself from crying uncontrollably for hours.
I cried a river of tears When my heart could take no more. I cried a river of tears Over our shattered dreams strewn across the floor. It’s hard to resist sinking When nothing else is left. The river of tears that I’ve cried for you I won’t soon forget.
I cried a river of tears, Now I’m drenched from head to toe. I cried a river of tears, And nothing could stop the flow. I must swim to save my life now. It seems I’m sinking fast. Time to stop crying my eyes out now, And begin to wash away all bad memories of you, Leaving them forever buried in the past.
Nothing brings you joy; Your mind is never at peace. Misery is always at your doorstep, Adding worries to your troubles And burdens that never cease. You’re troubled in your spirit. You’re afraid of growing old. Inside you feel so empty, You’re one tortured soul.
No day for you is ever good; You always find reason to complain. You say the lemons of life taste sour; You say the hot, burning sun causes you pain. The cheer has left your gladness; The bitterness has left you cold. Inside you feel so empty, You’re one tortured soul.
Your moods change like the weather; One never knows what to expect. Life for you is too hard, it seems, Causing you nothing but heartache and stress. I can tell life has you broken; I can see you’ve lost control. Inside you feel so empty, You’re one tortured soul.
You say that nobody understands you; You say that nobody cares. You’re overwhelmed with emotions As your eyes well up with tears. Life and all its problems Have already taken their toll. Inside you feel so empty, You’re one tortured soul.
Graphic description: A distressed man presses his hands together near his face, his eyes closed as though praying or struggling inwardly. The image conveys anguish, desperation, and emotional burden.
Should have known I couldn’t trust you. Your word was never your bond. It was always a joke to you, A joke you always played on someone else, A joke you used like a spider’s web to reel me in. It kept me in a daze, Unable to break free, While your web you continued to spin. Yeah, me, Silly me, For believing that you could ever keep your promise, A promise as solemn as the one you made. And the result is a broken heart, | And the result was a broken heart, A very painful price I’ve paid. | A very painful price I paid.
Thought you were sincere, But sincerity was never the garment of truthfulness you’d wear. You got so good at deceiving, Pretending you’d stay, While knowing all too well That you’d leave and walk away. Yeah, me, Silly me, For believing that you could ever keep your promise, A promise as solemn as the one you made. And the result is a broken heart, | And the result was a broken heart, A very painful price I’ve paid. | A very painful price I paid.
If conscience ever knocked at your heart’s door A hundred times or more, Would you pay it much attention Or continue to ignore? You played the game of Let’s Pretend; You made empty promises Over and over again. You betrayed the trust of not just a lover But a very good and trusting friend. Yeah, me, Silly me, For believing that you could ever keep your promise, A promise as solemn as the one you made. And the result is a broken heart, | And the result was a broken heart, A very painful price I’ve paid. | A very painful price I paid.
Graphic description: A woman wipes tears from her face, her expression heavy with disappointment. The close portrait captures the private grief caused by broken trust.
You betrayed me not once but many times, Thinking that somehow the truth I’d never find. How could you lie down And give yourself to him When you told me you were mine? You swore you’d never allow another man to enter our private space, But while making love to you the other night, And thrusting you deeply in my favourite place, You called me his name by mistake. And when I asked you about it, You could say naught, Because you realized that your cheating ass had finally been caught.
You betrayed me not once but many times, The truth you must confess. How can I believe you now When you tell me that you love me, Knowing that another man devoured your body So many times After you undressed? How could you spread your legs to receive him And rotate your hips beneath him? Not for one moment Should you expect things to be the same. And when I asked you about it, You could say naught, Because you realized that your cheating ass had finally been caught.
You betrayed me not once but many times; Now you should hang your head in shame. Over and repeatedly You gave him the luscious fruit he wanted, And he played you like a hit-and-run game. He had his fill. Now he’s long gone. He took off running, Never looking back. On to his next conquest, And you know that’s a fact. And when I asked you about it, You could say naught, Because you realized that your cheating ass had finally been caught.
Graphic description: A tense couple sit apart, turned away from one another. Their body language communicates hurt, conflict, and the emotional distance created by betrayal.
So many nights I long to hold you, Thinking of the good times we shared When you were here. I never meant to desert you; I never, ever meant to cause your heart such despair; I’m so sorry, My Dear.
I took the love you gave for granted. Like a fool, I played so many games. I’m so ashamed. You did your best to make me happy. I treated you as if I didn’t care. I’m so sorry, My Dear.
Could you find it in your heart to forgive me? Let’s try again. I know we can win. I’m sorry for the many nights You cried your eyes out. I’ll wipe away all of your tears. I’m so sorry, My Dear. Is it too late to say I’m sorry For all the wrong I’ve done? I know better now than I did then. Is it too late to try again? Is it too late to say I’m sorry For all the wrong I’ve done? I know better now than I did then. Is it too late to try again?
Graphic description: A stylized, comic-like portrait of a worried man surrounded by energetic shapes. The exaggerated expression communicates surprise, regret, and the urgency of wanting another chance.
If I knew then What I know now, I would’ve never let you go. When you asked if my heart still longed for you, I nonchalantly said no. I broke your heart; I made you cry, And now I’m so ashamed. These arms of mine, They yearn to touch And hold you once again.
I miss the way you used to look at me And whisper in my ear, The gentle way you talked to me And told me how much you care. You did your best, You gave your all, But my all was not returned. Now my heart is torn apart, The pain inside me hurts. I must admit that I was blind, But now I clearly see. All the love within your heart, You gave only to me. Can’t stand the hurt and awful pain, But I’m the one to blame. Oh, Baby, please come back And give your love to me again.
If I could only see you now, I’d never let you walk away, I’d hold you in my arms forever and a day. If I could only see you now, I’d never let you walk away, I’d hold you in my arms forever and a day. Here, with me, Is where you’re meant to stay.
Graphic description: A man gestures toward a woman who turns away from him with crossed arms. The scene suggests conflict, distance, and a painful desire to reconnect.
Maybe you won’t realize that I love you until after I’m gone. Maybe you won’t realize that I love you until this breath leaves my body And my loss you’re left to mourn. Maybe you won’t realize that I love you until these lips of mine can no longer utter those words. Maybe you won’t realize that I love you until my voice will be no longer heard. I’ve done everything I can; I’ve done everything I could do, Yet you fail to realize just how much I love you.
No matter how much I tell you, No matter how many times I say, “I love you. I really do,” You allow your heart to turn its back on me, Turning deaf ears as you walk away. I hurt, you know; I really, really do. Yet you continue to shred my heart like unwanted pieces of paper That mean absolutely nothing to you. I’ve done everything I can; I’ve done everything I could do, Yet you fail to realize just how much I love you.
It’s so sad that life can bring us a lover, who, in a heartbeat, would leave us in the rain. It’s so sad when our eyes become blind to the ones who truly love us, And all we ever do is cause them needless pain. It’s so sad that we would choose the world with all its riches And leave the ones who truly love us behind. Yet we convince ourselves that it’s the right thing to do, Though it’s selfish and unkind. I’ve done everything I can; I’ve done everything I could do, Yet you fail to realize just how much I love you.
Today in our phone conversation I told you this; If you stop long enough to think, You would remember it. Today is just one of those days, For many others have passed. When I told you just how much I love you, In my face you just laughed. You say you don’t care about anyone or anything, You only want to please yourself. God knows I’ve tried to stop caring And leave my love and its tenderness for you Somewhere on a shelf. I’ve done everything I can; I’ve done everything I could do, Yet you fail to realize just how much I love you.
You may very well depart this earth before I do, But that’s not a given. I could very well leave this place before you, And if that happens, All of my fond memories I hope to leave. I’d want you to be happy and not to grieve. But neither you nor I know the day we’re going to die. O how I wish you could truly love me Before the time comes for one of us to say goodbye. I’ve done everything I can; I’ve done everything I could do, Yet you fail to realize just how much I love you.
We’re so used to taking the ones who love us for granted, Always thinking that no matter how many times we hurt them, They’ll always be there. We’re so used to taking the ones who love us for granted, Always disregarding their feelings, Never telling or showing them just how much we care. We’re so used to taking the ones who love us for granted, Always expecting them to be there like the food we devour every day. We’re so used to taking the ones who love us for granted, Never once stopping to think that in a split second They could all be taken away. I’ve done everything I can; I’ve done everything I could do, Yet you fail to realize just how much I love you.
My whole world is torn apart, And I can’t take it. My poor heart is in such pain, And I am aching. Since you walked out of my life Nothing has gone right. Can we find a way to make things right again?
All the joyous times we spent I shall always remember, And the nights when we made love in cold December. Since you left me on my own My warm days are now so cold. Can we find a way to make things right again?
How could this be, When yesterday you were in my arms And it seemed our love would last forever? How could this be, When yesterday you were in my arms And it seemed our love would never end? What happened to the woman who promised to be my lifelong lover? What happened to the woman who promised to be my very best friend?
Graphic description: A bold red heart contains a large white question mark, directly symbolizing uncertainty, doubt, and unanswered feelings.
You say that you love me, But God knows that’s a lie. For the only time you want to be with me is behind closed doors, Away from prying eyes. You pretend that I’m so special; You say I’m the only one who could ignite your fire with just a little spark. I’d be a fool to think otherwise | I’d be a fool not to think otherwise, When we’re only lovers in the dark. | When we’re lovers only in the dark.
When we’re all alone You’re like a bee all over my honey; You say that you can’t get enough. You act like a wild tigress When I am sticking your stuff. You pretend that I’m so special; You say I’m the only one who could ignite your fire with just a little spark. I’d be a fool to think otherwise | I’d be a fool not to think otherwise, When we’re only lovers in the dark. | When we’re lovers only in the dark.
When we’re out together in the public You always try to avoid your friends. It could only mean that you’re ashamed of me Or that you’re hiding something from them; Nothing else makes sense.
You pretend that I’m so special; You say I’m the only one who could ignite your fire with just a little spark. I’d be a fool to think otherwise | I’d be a fool not to think otherwise, When we’re only lovers in the dark. | When we’re lovers only in the dark.
How long must I fall for your deception And believe the words you say? For all of your stories and none of your excuses ever add up anyway. You pretend that I’m so special; You say I’m the only one who could ignite your fire with just a little spark. I’d be a fool to think otherwise | I’d be a fool not to think otherwise, When we’re only lovers in the dark. | When we’re lovers only in the dark.
You lead a double life, And that’s something in which I don’t want to take part. If I can’t have all of you, Then I’ll never give you my heart. You pretend that I’m so special; You say I’m the only one who could ignite your fire with just a little spark. I’d be a fool to think otherwise | I’d be a fool not to think otherwise, When we’re only lovers in the dark. | When we’re lovers only in the dark.
It’s well past midnight, And I can’t sleep. I’m like a broken-hearted shepherd who’s lost his sheep. You’ve left me today for someone else, Now I’m overcome with sorrow. All I have is our shattered hopes and dreams That I must face alone tomorrow. If tomorrow never comes, My broken heart will be glad; The thought of living without you makes me so very sad. Yet I lie here agonizing, Inside I’m troubled and torn, Wishing that daylight never comes or that the sun never rises at dawn.
I’ve been lying here for hours, Trying to clear my head, Tossing and turning restlessly All alone in my bed. The pillows can bring no comfort; The sheets are such a mess. I’ll die If I don’t soon pull myself together And conquer my distress. Yet I lie here agonizing, Inside I’m Troubled and torn, Wishing that DAYLIGHT NEVER comes or the sun never rises at dawn.
Never did I see this one coming. You gave me no time to prepare For your hasty departure into another’s arms, Whom I hope will treat you fair. Guess he’s the light in the darkened tunnel You’ve found at the other end. And I’m the pen whose ink ran out While trying to write my way into your heart, Not knowing you’d erase our beautiful story In which you never wanted to play a part. Yet I lie here agonizing, Inside I’m Troubled and torn, Wishing that daylight never comes or the sun never rises at dawn.
Maybe someday you’ll discover that my love was meant for you. But if that day never comes, I wish for you only to have the best things in life, Even though you broke my heart, Causing me such pain and strife. Like wildfires Consuming everything in their path, The flames of my love will burn for you forever in my aching heart. But here I am, Awash in tears like rain, Wishing you could just return to my arms and ease the pain. Yet I lie here agonizing, Inside I’m troubled and torn, Wishing that daylight never comes or the sun never rises at dawn.
So many teardrops fall from my eyes, I feel so helpless. I’m dying inside. I can’t fight this feeling. I can’t fight this pain. Take me in your arms and hold me again.
My heart’s been empty since you went away, No other lover could ever take your place. I can’t fight this feeling. I can’t fight this pain. Take me in your arms and kiss me again.
I thought I found love, Once more I was wrong. You wrecked my whole world And left me wounded. How cruel. How wrong. I can’t fight this feeling. I can’t fight this pain. Take me in your arms and love me again.
Graphic description: A man and woman sit apart with serious expressions, visually capturing emotional tension and feelings that remain present despite conflict.
You try to mask the pain, But it’s clear to see that he wrecked your heart And took all your love Both physically and emotionally. You’d never admit, But we both know That he took you to bed more than once. To his lies you gave in, Believing all his false promises, Yielding to all his fleshly needs and wants.
You left the man who meant you well And pursued what you thought were greener pastures, Listening to the advice of so-called friends. Now it’s too late; You’ve already made a mistake. You thought he had your best interest at heart. From the very moment he lay on top of you, He achieved his goal, When you gave him all he wanted, With your two legs spread apart.
You made the wrong choice, It’s clear to see, The man you betrayed me for could never love you like me. You made the wrong choice, And now you realize, The man you betrayed me for causes tears in your eyes.
You made the wrong choice, And the painful truth you’ve found, The man you betrayed me for always lets you down. You need to keep a tight rein on your emotions And never lose your self-respect. When you give to every man your body, Because of the reckless life you live, To the one who no doubt loves you, You’ll have nothing left to give.
Graphic description: A woman looks down sadly while a man leans toward her from behind. The scene suggests regret, disappointment, and the consequences of a painful decision.
Never once did I ever step out on you. To you I remained honest, faithful, and true. Never once did I betray your trust, But you betrayed me with another When you walked out on us. I gave you everything; Yet it was never enough. You are the one who messed up.
Never once did I take the love you gave for granted, But you treated me with such disrespect. Never once did I not try to meet your needs, But my needs you were sure to neglect. I gave you everything; Yet it was never enough. You are the one who messed up.
Never once did I make you feel that I didn’t care. Yet whenever I needed you, You were never there. Never once did I break your heart, But you are the one who tore mine apart. I gave you everything; Yet it was never enough. You are the one who messed up. Never once did I make you ashamed, But you found pleasure in playing games. Never once did I refuse to try, But you are the one who said goodbye. I gave you everything; Yet it was never enough. You are the one who messed up.
I wanted your love so badly, But you took it all away. I would’ve given you anything. I would’ve even begged you to stay. I would’ve held my heart in my hands. I would’ve given it all to you If only for that one moment you could see My love for you grew deeper than the roots of any tree. Now tell me, Why can’t you love me?
I feel so distressed; I have nothing left. I’m like a lonely lost soul since you walked away. I’m a shell of a man, I hope you understand, I’ve been empty since you left me that day You mangled my heart And took with you its master key. Now tell me, Why can’t you love me?
You don’t really care what happens to me, Do you? Of course you don’t. You’ve found a happier life, And everything’s going good for you. You threw your love for me into the ocean And watched it sink like a ship, Forgetting that I was on the inside Holding on for dear life With the tightest grip. This ship is sinking fast, As fast as can be. Now tell me, Why can’t you love me?
Graphic description: A woman and man face one another in a tense conversation, their gestures showing frustration and emotional pleading.
Too much time has already been wasted, Your love, Your body, Your hurt and pain— All of them, I’ve tasted. I love you With all my heart. I’m sure this you know. My actions alone should have told you so.
Too much unnecessary pain has been felt. Too much emotional blows have been dealt. While in pursuit of greener pastures You left so many scars on my heart. I gave you everything; You said I gave you nothing, And we both know it’s not true. All that I had, All that I owned I freely gave to you.
Too much bad advice has been given. So-called friends are jealous of the life You were livin’ When you were with me. Yet friends you claim them to be. It’s your life You keep wreckin’. So-called friends pretend like they’re checkin’, When in truth They mean no good to you. But you’re too blind to see.
Too many times I’ve forgiven you, of course, Always hoping that in time Maturity for you would be something gained And that your bad attitude would be something lost. Too many times I’ve tried to understand Why you would just walk out on a treasure of a man. You destroyed a good life. We could have worked together To make it better. Nothing’s wrong with that. You learn to appreciate things more When they’re not just handed to you Or left in your lap.
You need to make up your mind And stop running away. You need to stop listening to what s o-called friends have to say. You need to make up your mind And take the time to see That my heart belongs to you, And your heart belongs to me.
Graphic description: A woman rests her chin on her hand with a worried, contemplative expression, suggesting uncertainty and the strain of waiting for someone to choose.
She walked out on you before. You can’t be sure she won’t do it again. Now she’s back your way, But who knows if this time she’ll stay. You want to love her more. You want to hold her again. Not for even one minute should you let your guard down. Always be smart, Protect your heart.
You gave her so much, And this is very true. Yet she failed to realize just how much you love her And burned your heart, leaving so many scars. You want to kiss her sweetly And make sweet love to her Over and over again. Not for even one minute should you let your guard down. Always be smart, Protect your heart.
You try to understand her hurts and pains And all that she’s been through. You try to make her realize That she not only found a lover But a friend a friend in you. You want to sweep her off her feet And rekindle the passion of your two beating hearts. Not for even one minute should you let your guard down. Always be smart, Protect your heart.
With her you never know what to expect. She needs to apologize for the wrongs she’s done And learn to treat you with respect. You want to take her by the hand And rescue her from a life of pain and stress. Not for even one minute should you let your guard down. Always be smart, Protect your heart.
Forgiveness is the first step to healing. True love erases painful memories past. Never withhold kindness from her, But this time make sure she gives you a part of her heart that will last. You want to tell her that you love her And pour out your heart with words so profound. Not for even one minute should you let your guard down. Always be smart, Protect your heart.
Graphic description: A red heart is cradled by two white hands, symbolizing emotional care, boundaries, and the need to guard one’s inner life.
It all started with a wonderful ride; Everything seemed so right. We held hands as the train moved along, Enjoying the breathtaking sights. We stopped at the first train station, Where we playfully and lovingly kissed, Sharing our hopes and dreams As we laughed and reminisced. But in a split second Our lives changed When our train skidded off the track Causing a total train wreck, Now our lives have turned to black.
I can hear the rolling thunder. I can feel the pouring rain. So much carnage, smoke and fire, So much loud cries of pain. Blood and wounded people everywhere! I’m afraid the train conductor is dead! Amidst the chaos and devastation The monster of tragedy has reared its ugly head. But in a split second Our lives changed When our train skidded off the track Causing a total train wreck. Now our lives have turned to black.
My hands and legs are bloodied. There are burns and scars on my face. My head and heart are pounding agonizingly. Blood’s oozing from my body at an unbelievable pace. My lover’s condition is dire; She’s bleeding profusely from an open wound. If help doesn’t get here soon, Both she and I are doomed. But in a split second Our lives changed When our train skidded off the track Causing a total train wreck Now our lives have turned to black.
In the distance, I can hear sirens. Help is on its way! Broken and mangled bodies everywhere, So many lives have been lost today! I can see the life slipping away from my lover’s body; I can feel the weakening heartbeat in her chest. Now her once voluptuous frame is terribly wounded, With numerous cuts and lacerations, All over her body, her face, and her breasts. I lean in closer to read her lips, And gently wipe the tears from her eyes. She says don’t you ever forget how much I love you, Gasps one last breath and dies. But in a split second Our lives changed When our train skidded off the track Causing a total train wreck. Now our lives have turned to black.
It seemed like forever When we were together. I never thought that you would be the first to say goodbye. Now that you’re far away I’ll have to face each day Alone, without you by my side.
I’ll always remember your smile and your laughter And every teardrop that fell from your eyes. This hurt will linger long, I’ll have to carry on With this pain in my heart till I die.
I know that you’re smiling, I know that you’re smiling from afar. Every night I gaze into the sky to see your star. Now and forever Your memories I’ll treasure, I’ll keep them safely locked away in my heart for all time. Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me all alone? Tell me, why did you leave so soon?
Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me all alone? Tell me, why did you leave so soon? Until we meet again on that fateful day, Somehow, some way, With this pain in my heart, I’ll have to carry on.
I’m dead now. All your tears and crying won’t bring me back. When I was alive You treated me badly. You know that’s a fact. While I was still living You didn’t appreciate my giving; You took it for granted that here I’d always be. But time met eternity And set my spirit free. I know you are sorry That I’m no longer around. But it’s too late now! I’ve become that infertile seed that must be buried six feet underground.
Now as my lifeless corpse lies in this coffin, Soon to be buried and rotten, You realize the mistake you made. If you could somehow hear my voice, I’d tell you that you’re forgiven— Although living with a guilty conscience Remains your life’s bill outstanding That needs to be paid. I know you are sorry That I’m no longer around. But it’s too late now! I’ve become that infertile seed, That must be buried six feet underground.
You used to say some painful things That pierced me to the core. Those are just words now, They can’t hurt me anymore. My heart no longer carries the scars That once made it bleed. I’ve left them all behind me; They’re what I no longer need. I know you are sorry That I’m no longer around. But it’s too late now! I’ve become that infertile seed That must be buried six feet underground.
I loved you in life, And I’ll love you in death. We shared so many happy memories That I won’t ever forget. And for the times we spent together I have not one regret, For I’m in a better place now Where there’s no worry or fret. I know you are sorry That I’m no longer around. But it’s too late now! I’ve become that infertile seed That must be buried six feet underground.
I never thought so many would gather en masse to bid me one last farewell. Even those whom I thought cared very little about me while I was living Are all crying at my funeral, as far as I can tell. In view there sits my coffin, My body in a state of rigor As I lie there cold and still. You lean in closer to kiss me one last time, Unwilling to accept one of life’s most painful tragedies Or take its hard and bitter pill. I know you are sorry, That I’m no longer around. But it’s too late now! I’ve become that infertile seed That must be buried six feet underground.
As friends and family pass by me, With broken hearts and tears in their eyes, Some stop for a moment to get one last glimpse, While others stretch out their hands to touch my lifeless body Or give my hardened cheeks one last pinch. One by one they file into the sanctuary to take their seats, Reading the obituary of my life As the organist continues to play The celebratory songs and hymns chosen to be sung on my funeral day. I know you are sorry That I’m no longer around. But it’s too late now! I’ve become that infertile seed That must be buried six feet underground.
At my funeral service Many pay tribute to my life… If only I could take away their agony, pain, and strife. Nothing I could do, Nothing I could say That would soothe their aching hearts Or take their pain away. Yet on they continue, Family, friend, and even foe, To celebrate the life of a once-great man they used to know. I know you are sorry That I’m no longer around. But it’s too late now! I’ve become that infertile seed That must be buried six feet underground.
The pallbearers cart away my body In the casket where I rest. On to my final resting place, Alone, where I’ll be left. My burial ground has been prepared By gravediggers big and strong. All gathered in the graveyard Weep profusely as they sing their farewell song. The preacher prays, Returning my remains to the earth. A life once lived has ended And no longer has worth. My soul has found a resting place, Now I’m safe and sound. I know you are sorry That I’m no longer around. But it’s too late now! I’ve become that infertile seed that must be buried six feet underground.
SECTION 3
Refreshing Cocktails of Love - Hope - and Encouragement
Graphic description: A small image of a person leaving by car appears beneath the poem, reinforcing final departure, distance, and a relationship that can no longer be restored.
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No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It’s an infinite source of His manifold blessings Sent from His home above. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It’s more glorious than the sun that rises in the morning; It’s more majestic than the twinkling stars at night. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It’s a love so perfect, And so amazingly right. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. For every season It brings something different. For every season It brings something new. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love, A love forever faithful, A love forever true.
No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It’s more powerful than the wind that blows; It’s more bounteous than the grass that grows. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It transcends time and space, And controls the currents of the ocean, Keeping all of its waters in one place. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. In all God’s creation Everything has a purpose. In all God’s creation Everything plays a part. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love, A love that gives unselfishly, A love that lives forever in our hearts.
No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It’s everywhere; It’s all around. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It’s in the air that we breathe; It’s in the dust on the ground. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. Look at the birds flying in the sky, And the millions of fishes swimming in the sea. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love, A love He gave to you, A love He gave to me.
No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It ascends the highest mountain; It ascends the highest tree. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It’s a love that keeps on giving; It’s a love that’s always free. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love. It has no boundaries; It has no pride. No love is more beautiful than the beauty of God’s love, A love that only God Himself has the capacity to provide.
Graphic description: A cross stands against a bright blue sky filled with soft clouds. The image represents faith, divine presence, sacrifice, and spiritual hope.
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When the Lord gave me a little boy, He filled my life with so much joy. He blessed me with the opportunity to become the father That my father never became. When the Lord saw my lonely heart, He filled its empty space With the innocence of a little boy’s love That could never be replaced.
Just to hear his laughter every single day Makes my day brighter When sadness comes my way. Just to know that he’s smiling And is happy as can be Makes me eternally grateful for the precious gift That God has given me. Just to hear him say, “Daddy, I love you!” Or feel his little arms hugging me When he says, “Daddy, you’re the best!” Exhilarates my heart with excitement And puts my fears to rest. Just to know he’s blossoming every day into a beautiful little child Warms my heart with tenderness every time he smiles. Just to know that someday my little boy will grow into a man Makes me look forward to the future with excitement, Although I’m unsure of God’s perfect plan.
Teaching him how to pray and to love, To give and to share— These will be the trademarks of his character That he’ll be known for far and near. Teaching him about God’s mercy and forgiveness, His salvation and His grace— All the food from the bounty of God’s love My son will someday taste.
Correcting him when he is wrong, With a firm but loving hand, Without a doubt, I’m sure, Will help him to become a better man. Imparting to him my knowledge And the instructions written in God’s guiding plan Will teach him to proceed in his life with wisdom As he learns and understands.
“Daddy, I love you, “I love you very much. “When you tell me that you love me, “It’s my little heart you touch. “Daddy, I love you, “Yes, I do love you so. “I thank you for loving me “And being here to watch me grow.”
“Daddy, I love you. “Thank you for teaching me how to pray. “And when I become like you, a father with a son, “All the same things you taught me as a child, “I promise to teach him every day.”
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The breathtaking majesty of Mother Nature in all her splendour Fills my heart with unspeakable delight. The flowers so sweet, so soft, so tender— What an amazing sight! The winds so calm, so soothing, so gentle Bring back sweet memories, Especially the ones that are sentimental. Give thanks for all of God’s goodness whenever you pray. For it’s a beautiful day.
The sight of a baby or little child giggling and playing Makes me more thankful whenever I’m praying. The sight of two lovers passing by hand in hand Keeps the flames of love burning brightly between a woman and a man. The sight of the sun, the moon and the stars Lights up the planets: Earth, Jupiter, and Mars. Give thanks for all of God’s goodness whenever you pray, For it’s a beautiful day.
The sight of people talking and laughing Is truly a joy to behold. The sight of two loving parents taking care of their families Brings so much joy and riches untold. The sight of a mother nursing her baby, Or a father spending quality time with his son Makes me give thanks for all of God’s goodness whenever I pray, For it’s a beautiful day.
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When all is quiet And all is still, Not even a pin drop could be heard. When night-time becomes the guardian of bedtime, While lovers sleep, Nestled together in silence, Uttering not a single word.
When the watchful eyes of nightfall Beckon the moon and stars to awake Like playful little children To shine and twinkle Before the happy day-dawn breaks.
When pillows, sheets, and blankets Become lovers’ trusted friends Providing peaceful sleep at bedtime, Until the midnight? ends.
When the soft hooting sounds of a midnight owl Rest gently upon the wind Causing other nightly creatures To dance, to twirl and spin.
When a nightingale sings from high up in the treetops Its mellifluous late-night song, Other nightly creatures below Join in chorus to sing along.
And lovers lie in their beds sweetly dreaming Of special bedtime moments to happen And memorable ones to be shared, Occasionally tossing and turning in silence, Not once uttering…a solitary word.
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You say that I’m naked; You say that I have nothing to wear, When in truth All you see are my shoeless feet That faithfully carries the rest of me, While others whisper and stare.
You say that I’m foolish; You say that I’m insane, When in truth All you see are my shoeless feet, Although sometimes worn and tired, Going on with me despite the pain.
You say that I’m unworthy; You say that I’m too slow, When in truth All you see are my shoeless feet That always takes me willingly Where ever I need to go.
You say that I have no pride; You say that I have no shame, When in truth All you see are my shoeless feet At which you want to cast blame. You say that I’m unfeeling, You say that I am cold, When in truth All you see are my shoeless feet That bear my beautiful soul.
You say that I’m selfish, You say that I am unkind, When in truth All you see are my shoeless feet In whom no wrong you can find.
Every word that I uttered about you Contained not one ounce of truth. I apologize For saying all those very bad things That I wrongfully said about you.
I’m the one who’s naked and foolish, I’m the one who’s unworthy and has no pride. Now I wish I had your shoeless feet To run away and hide.
Graphic description: A trail of bare footprints crosses a pale background, symbolizing life’s journey, vulnerability, and the experiences carried by someone who walks without protection.
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Don’t be too quick to judge me; You don’t know what I’ve been through. The loss, the pain, the hurt, the shame… Nothing I’ve felt is new. Before you utter one single word Think very carefully about what you say, For you could be the very one to walk in my shoes someday.
Not because you see me laughing and smiling Means everything is okay. Beneath this well-masked façade of courage Is a pulverized heart Drowning in an ocean of worry and dismay. Before you utter one single word Think very carefully about what you say, For you could be the very one to walk in my shoes someday.
Quit pretending you have no fault, When both you and I know that your heart still has an open wound in which your lover continues to pour salt; And it burns you deep down on the inside, Because you know she doesn’t love you. Before you utter one single word Think very carefully about what you say, For you could be the very one to walk in my shoes someday.
When friends and family let you down, And you’re betrayed by the one you love so much, You experience such desperation and loneliness, And not one loving arm is there to offer you a reassuring touch. Before you utter one single word Think very carefully about what you say, For you could be the very one to walk in my shoes someday.
Throughout this lifelong journey My failures and disappointments have been many, But my regrets have been few. Although my heart has been many times broken, It has been many times loved, too. Before you utter one single word Think very carefully about what you say, For you could be the very one to walk in my shoes someday.
Take a walk in my shoes; You’ll find they’re too big to wear. Take a walk in my shoes; You’ll find my burdens too heavy to bear. Take a walk in my shoes; You’ll be so sorry for all the bad things you used to say. Take a walk in my shoes; The time will come soon enough, And you’ll apologize to me someday.
Graphic description: A worn pair of shoes rests in a dim, earthy setting. The image invites the reader to imagine another person’s path, burdens, and lived experience.
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Every colour of the rainbow has a special meaning, Every unspoken word, Not heard but understood, Makes the mystery of life a treasure worth revealing For all the world to see How wonderful life could be.
Every tiny raindrop that falls has a purpose. Every shining star on high, Twinkling in the sky, Complements the beauty of the silver moonlight For all the world to see How beautiful life could be.
Every precious passing moment Comes only once in every lifetime. Every season of every year Comes only once yearly, Then goes away. Yet mankind fails to see What a blessing life could be. I could see the rainbow After the rain. I could see the sunshine, No more cloudy days. I could see the rainbow After the rain. I could see the sunshine, No more cloudy days.
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You can light the darkest room And warm the coldest heart. You can rekindle any fire with just a little spark. You can awaken dormant passions So they can burn anew. In springtime and in summer, The warmth of your glow always shines through.
You can melt the snows of winter And thaw a frozen hand. You can be a glowing source of light To brighten the darkest land. You can open the petals of a flower And tickle babies with fuzzy feelings While they creep. [Do you mean sleep?] You can give light to the moon and stars at night-time And awaken winter animals from their sleep.
You can be a beacon of hope to the hopeless And a candle to light the way. You can be the loving arms that comfort the lonely When they’re feeling troubled or dismayed. You can be the voice that sings a love song, Whose words the whole world wants to hear, And be a uniting force that brings together people of all nations, From both far and near.
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Don’t be afraid, afraid to try, Believe within your heart that you can win. You need to be strong And keep holding on. Your victory is waiting at the end.
Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall, Use your inner strength to rise once more. Just know that when you need a friend, I am one on whom you can depend.
Don’t feel ashamed, ashamed to cry, Crying helps to soothe the pain inside. Lift up your eyes, Reach far beyond the skies And pursue the dreams That are waiting to be realized.
Listen to your heart, Follow your star. Hold on to your dreams, You can go far. Listen to your heart, Dreams can come true, It all depends on you and what you do.
Graphic description: A small black-and-white landscape or distant horizon appears beneath the poem, suggesting perseverance through uncertainty and keeping one’s vision fixed on what lies ahead.
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Together we can transform our Bahamian landscape one step at a time. And when the warrior within us starts to grow weary, We must never cease to climb. If we set aside our differences and unify our efforts as one team, We can be far more effective in achieving equality and justice, While living out the Bahamian dream.
In the spirit of collaboration We have the power to change And create a sustainable and resilient society for all, Where the full and equal participation of persons with disabilities is viewed as something normal And nothing strange. We must educate ourselves on the many pieces of law that have been aptly penned To protect our rights from being violated by anyone, Including family, foe, or even friend.
We must hold firmly to our human rights and freedoms, And let no one take them away. We must put an end to the blatant disrespect and discrimination felt by persons with disabilities Every moment of every day.
Let’s resolve to become actively involved in policy and decision-making, For it is our constitutional right. Less talk and more action are required to champion our cause As we fight for our basic human rights.
It is our right to receive quality education and training, meaningful employment and transport; It is our right to have a system that is properly structured to provide habilitative and rehabilitative services And ongoing governmental support; It is our right to receive all of the same privileges and benefits from the vast resources of our land; And if our nation is serious about realizing true nationhood, None of OUR people must be excluded from its plans.
Yes, we are our best advocates, Competent and capable to articulate our needs That will enable us to prepare ourselves today for tomorrow’s challenges and uncertainties.
Now is the time for us to stop dreaming and start weaving the threads of our vision into a beautiful tapestry of equal opportunities that we long to enjoy and to see, While we endeavour to remove all the social barriers that impede our progress, So we can live our lives with dignity, independence, and be free.
Love, you let me down. I thought better of you. You raised my hopes and expectations, And then you disappointed me.
Love, you let me down. You showed me your evil hand. Why you betrayed me the way you did, I will never understand.
Love, you let me down. Your plans for me were never good. And you know I should have dealt with you. And I’m sure that you’d agree That I still should.
Love, you let me down. You took away my capacity to love And replaced it with pain and heartache. You gave me all of the worst things I don’t want or need.
Love, you let me down. I thought you were my friend. Now I know better, Because you hurt me Time and time again. Love, you let me down. What you have done is no laughing matter. I’m the one who’s laughed at Like some red-nosed circus clown.
Love, you let me down, You and all your selfish ways. Things won’t always be this way, You’ll see. I’m sure there’ll be better days.
Love, you let me down. You took away every ounce of joy I had And drained my tear supply. Now I think the time has come To bid you goodbye.
Graphic description: A man sits apart with his head lowered while a woman is visible behind him. Their separation and posture suggest disappointment, emotional withdrawal, and love failing to meet expectations.
All day long some friends keep meddling Like wheels on a bike That move with continuous peddling Their motormouths keep running Just like their meddlesome ways. If they’re not interfering in my business, Then it’s YOURS or some other person’s own. When they’re not gossiping with someone about you in person, They’re doing it on the phone.
All day long some friends keep carrying news Like news reporters hungry to find Some compelling or sensational story When told convincingly Would shock or blow your mind.
All day long some friends keep spreading gossip Like fire from ear to ear And some people are foolish enough to believe it Not because of the evidence But because of what they hear.
All day long some friends keep fabricating Untrue stories they think others would find fascinating Inconsiderate about the harm their lies can do to ruin someone’s reputation Leaving shattered lives and broken hearts strewn along a path of devastation.
All day long some friends keep spreading rumours Over here, over there, and almost everywhere Talking about other people What they do, Where they go, And even what they wear.
All day long some friends keep spreading rumours Their lives must be really sad With nothing better to do For the topic of their conversation is never themselves, It’s always me or you.
Graphic description: A collage of several people with different gestures and expressions represents a group of friends whose opinions and interference may complicate a relationship.
She knows every time you look at her You can’t help but drool. I know that she looks good, You knuckleheaded fool.
She insults and treats you badly And uses you like a tool. I know that she looks good, You knuckleheaded fool.
She leaves you in the rain and laughs at you Because she thinks it’s cool. I know that she looks good, You knuckleheaded fool.
She likes to taunt and tease you But never tries to please you. I know that she looks good, You knuckleheaded fool. She makes you empty promises And her word is not her bond. I know that she looks good, You knuckleheaded fool. She asks you silly questions And expects you to respond. I know that she looks good, You knuckleheaded fool.
She never says she’s sorry For the many times she’s been wrong. I know that she looks good, You knuckleheaded fool.
She says that you’re the weak one And she’s the one who’s strong. I know that she looks good, You knuckleheaded fool.
She likes to play mind games But this time she lost and was schooled. Now I’m the one who looks good, You knuckleheaded fool.
Graphic description: A frustrated man grips both sides of his head with his eyes closed, illustrating exasperation, disbelief, and comic annoyance.
You must be one of God’s sent angels, Your smile has a bright and beautiful glow And all the world admires its beauty Everywhere you go. You’re more precious Than any other diamond or pearl. Would you allow me to share your world?
You’re more beautiful than any evening flower, And your heart’s as pure as gold. You’re the rarest of any treasure That human eyes could behold. You possess a quiet yet powerful essence That continues to unfold. Our two hearts are bonded by an intense connection I feel deep down in my soul.
Quite often I wonder How my life would be If God did not allow you To share your love with me. But I’m so thankful, Thankful that you’re here. I have no doubt That you’re the answer to my prayer.
You’re a dream, You’re a dream finally come true. You’re a dream, Every night I dream of only you. You’re a dream, You’re the answer to my prayer. Thank God you’re here So I can hold you in my arms forever, So very near. You’re a dream, A dream finally come true.
Graphic description: A smiling woman’s portrait appears beneath the poem, presenting her as the cherished person whose presence feels like a fulfilled dream.
No moment is more special Than those moments shared with you. No kisses are more tender Than when our lips meet, Becoming one instead of two. When the thirst to share our bodies becomes like a roaring fire too hot to quench, Tender are the moments when I’m loving you, For it’s the only thing that makes sense.
No words spoken can send chills through my bones like yours. I’d climb the world’s most dangerous mountains to be with you. I’d even sleep on hardwood floors. I’d give up all my comforts just to feel the warmth of your breath And to experience the ineffable joys of your love. Whenever you need me I’ll come to you, Even if it’s on the wings of an angel, Or on the fragile wings of a dove. When the thirst to share our bodies becomes like a roaring fire too hot to quench, Tender are the moments when I’m kissing you, For it’s the only thing that makes sense. Only your smile can warm my heart When my heart is lonely and cold. Only your smile can bring me comfort When I’m troubled in my soul. Only your smile can make me feel a love
That’s genuine and true. For no other can create the chemistry That’s shared between you and me. When the thirst to share our bodies becomes like a roaring fire too hot to quench, Tender are the moments when I’m holding you, For it’s the only thing that makes sense.
When I wake up every morning With you lying by my side, My body grows warm from all the tenderness That your loving arms provide. There’s a magic spark in your “Good morning”; There’s a seduction in your every taunt and tease. You make me lose control of my emotions; You can do whatever you please. When the thirst to share our bodies becomes like a roaring fire too hot to quench, Tender are the moments when I’m caressing you, For it’s the only thing that makes sense.
When we make honey-sweet love Even the angels cry. We get lost in the pleasure and the ecstasy Like two carefree clouds floating in the sky. Our perspiration falls like rain; Our inseparable bodies stick together like glue; Even the Earth stops spinning and pauses on its axis, Allowing the warmth of our love to shine through. When the thirst to share our bodies becomes like a roaring fire too hot to quench, Tender are the moments when I’m devouring you, For it’s the only thing that makes sense.
I’ll give you tulips for your two lips, Now may I have a kiss? I’ll give you tulips for your two lips, Don’t you know your lips are hard to resist? I’ll give you tulips for your two lips, They’re luscious, soft, and sweet. I’ll give you tulips for your two lips, They’re always a breathtaking treat!
I’ll give you tulips for your two lips, You entice me when you hold them slightly apart. I’ll give you tulips for my two lips, Their fiery passion ignites the flames of my heart. I’ll give you tulips for my two lips, Will you share with me that intimate part of yourself? I’ll give you tulips for my two lips, So they can be mine and no one else’s? I’ll give you tulips for my two lips, My tongue is waiting to slither. I’ll give you tulips for your two lips, I want to do things in your mouth that would make your whole body shiver. I’ll give you tulips for your two lips, If I could kiss and caress your tender lips every day. I’ll give you tulips for your two lips, So our lips can meet and always play.
Dear Jasmine, I thought you and I were close petal buddies, but I know better now. All the time you were just pretending with me. You know what I was going through, and I shared so many personal things with you in confidence. Yet you betrayed my trust by telling all the other floral residents in the garden some of the most private details of my life. I will never forgive you, and if I eventually do, we’ll never be petal buddies anymore.
Disappointed by your betrayal, Tulips
Dear Delightfully Pleasing Daisy, My sweet-scented flower. You’re a breath of fresh air. I just thought I’d tell you that. You’re one in a billion! Now you know that’s a fact! We’ve shared so many special times together, and I enjoyed every moment. You bring such beauty and bliss into our floral home. I love to touch your lovely petals; they’re so soft. Loving your aroma, Tulips
Hello Lovely Water Lily, For some strange reason, I’ve never trusted you. As beautiful as you are, I always felt that you were not the one with whom I’d share my secrets. I must admit, though, I’ve always admired you. Your seductive charm could bring any male flower to his knees?; but I always made sure that I would never be one of those to fall into your trap. You will never get me wet.
Wisely cautious, Tulips
My Beloved Rose, Words are inadequate to express how I feel about you. You bring such a special touch to our garden. Every male flower here wants to get his petals on you. I know that they are jealous of our floral connection. Thank you for giving me the petals of your heart. I could only imagine what you would look like wearing a red dress.
Loving your beautiful red petals, Tulips
Hello My Dandy Daffodil, You always make our garden feel like springtime. When all our neighbouring flowers are feeling down and low, you have that special ability to reinvigorate their petals. Indeed, everyone loves you here and appreciates the new life that you bring to our home. Loving the feeling of spring that you bring, Tulips
My Tender Baby’s Breath, Your name says it all. You’re soft and gentle and, no doubt, your beauty can stand out in any crowd. We have been friends for a long time, and I’ve always wanted to ask you out but never found the courage to do so. Perhaps no time is better than now. May I have this dance? I’m sure you can move like a ballerina.
Your graceful movements say it all, Tulips
Hello My Lovely Iris, A long time ago I learned that your name shared a connection with the Greek word for rainbow. Without a doubt, rainbows are beautiful; but know that you are beautiful too. Don’t think that I’m hitting on you, but I just wanted to pay you that compliment. Your purple colour blends in perfectly with the multitude of colours found in our home. You’re one of the most amazingly beautiful flowers that keeps the male flowers drooling around here. Loving your rainbow connection, Tulips
My Beautifully Amazing Lilac, I’ve been watching you for a while. I’ve always wanted to talk to you but never felt that you were as gregarious as the other flowers around here. Please forgive me if I was wrong. It is never good to judge a flower by its appearance.
Softly glancing your way, Tulips
Dear Gorgeously Graceful Orchid, You are so gorgeous. You are a ray of sunshine around our garden. You have the attention of every male flower around here, including me. (I’m just being facetious. Rose is the flower that causes my petal heart to beat.) You won’t be single for long, though. I can assure you of that.
Tenderly admiring you, Tulips
My Amazingly Beautiful Dahlia, Has anyone ever told you that your name is beautiful? Well, if no one has, let me be the first to do so. Not only is your name beautiful, you are as well. Sometimes I gaze across the garden just to admire your lovely petals. I’d like to talk to you sometime. I feel that we’re going to be really good friends, provided that my honey-sweet Rose doesn’t mind. Reaching for a little tenderness, Tulips
Graphic description: Three pink tulips bloom side by side, their soft petals reinforcing the poem’s use of flowers as affectionate messages.
Dear Lover, Today, I saw you for a moment walking beside the shore. It was such a beautiful sight to behold your gorgeous face And your breathtaking frame. I don’t know you; You don’t know me, But I need to know your name.
Your distant lover, Honey-Sweet Lips
Dear Lover, I hope you will be there again tomorrow, At the same place, At the same time. But if not, I’ll leave you a sweet love letter in the shape of a heart, Attached to a red rose in a bottle, Covered with beautiful images of butterflies, Hoping they’d flap their tiny little wings to find you and lead you to me. Your distant lover awaits, Honey-Sweet Lips
Dear Lover, Today I waited for you patiently, Perhaps an hour or more, Then all at once you came, Strolling gracefully along the shore again, Stopping only momentarily to pick up the bottle with the love note That I left there for you.
Lovingly awaiting your response, Honey-Sweet Lips
Dear Lover, I’m lying in bed now Thinking of you. I can’t seem to fall asleep. So I’ll watch the time, While wondering if tomorrow When I return to the same place, You’ll do the same And leave me a love letter, Telling me at least your name. With love on my mind, Honey-Sweet Lips
Dear Lover, Dawn is breaking now. I’m so happy to say goodbye to the moon and stars from the night And hello to the rising sun And its glowing light. I am overwhelmed with anticipation As I quickly make my way To the place where I watched you from a distance Picking up my love letter yesterday.
Filled with anticipation, Honey-Sweet Lips
Dear Lover, I was utterly surprised you came here before me today. And to my delight, As I gazed from a distance to the same side of the sea, I saw a heart-shaped box with a picture of honey bees attached. And written on its back was a love letter From you to me. It read: Dear Honey-Sweet Lips, Honey-sweet kisses of gratitude for your love letter. My heart’s pounding wildly With every written word I see. The moon and the stars are aligned And fate will have its way.
I need to see you; I need to hold you, And I need to feel your touch. I don’t understand what’s happening, We’ve never met, But I miss you very much. Meet me here tomorrow, Same time, same place.
Just want to be your lover, Red Rose
Graphic description: A vivid red rose with green leaves lies against a pale textured background, symbolizing romantic devotion, longing, and love communicated through letters.
All day long you’ve been in my head. Since I received your telephone call, I just want to stay in bed And lie here and talk to you Over and over again. You said you’d call back soon, Sometime around eight. I’m so eager to hear from you, My heart can’t wait. Five minutes, four minutes, three minutes, two, Just one more minute before I hear from you.
Ring, ring, ring. Receiver now in hand, I softly clear my throat And whisper, hello lady lover, This is your gentle man. Giggle, giggle, giggle. You teasingly and playfully whisper back, Come and get your lady lover, I need my gentle man now, And that’s a fact. Six minutes, five minutes, four minutes, three, I can’t stop thinking of you making love to me.
Beep, beep, someone’s calling, But they’ll just have to call back some other time. Right now I have an emergency, My lady lover’s on the line. Seven minutes, six minutes, five minutes, four, In exactly three minutes I’ll be knocking at her door.
Tired of the phone conversations, Lady lover, I’ll be there to play. No clothes are necessary, I’m coming over to have my way. Nine minutes, eight minutes, seven minutes, six, In just a few minutes My lady lover will be getting her business fixed.
Graphic description: A smiling woman holds a telephone to her ear, capturing the happiness and personal connection created by hearing a loved one’s voice.
Why can’t I seem to reach you? Where could you be? It’s twelve o’clock now, And you’re not yet here with me. Didn’t we make plans to spend some time together today? Is something the matter, Love? You’ve never been this late. For the past two hours I’ve been pacing back and forth at the front gate.
I am worried sick. The time has passed by so quickly. It’s three o’clock now And the clock continues to tick. Are you hurt, Love? Did you forget the plans we made? Last night when I spoke to you, You were all excited about getting laid.
So here I go again, Dialling your number, One, two, three without fail Only to be greeted by the same voicemail. In a voice so soft and sweet You sweetly say, “Leave a message after the beep, “I’m not available to speak with you today.”
I called you so many times today, But all I kept getting was your voicemail. I called you so many times today, But all I kept hearing was your voicemail saying to leave a message with identifying details. I called you so many times today, Hoping that it would be you and not your voicemail at the other end. I called you so many times today, But it’s your voicemail that keeps answering, Time and time again.
Graphic description: A man in business clothes looks down at a mobile phone, appearing disappointed or concerned. The image suggests waiting for a reply and receiving only a recorded message.
I was in a hurry this morning, I WAS TOO TIRED TO EAT. Now the worms, they bite my stomach. Now the worms, they bite my feet. Gas pains, they grip me like fear in the dark. My body’s running out of fuel. I’m getting hungrier by the minute, And that’s not very cool.
I should have never left home without breakfast. Now a massive headache grips my head. Lunchtime’s fast approaching. My body’s angry for not being fed. Yet there is still so much work to do, Unread letters and reports stacked high on my desk. Will I ever get to read them all? This whole place is in one big mess.
Now my stomach’s doing backflips, Rumbling louder and louder as every minute passes by. If I don’t get something to eat soon, I’m afraid I’m going to die. A vending machine is right downstairs, But my energy is low. I could barely lift my legs; I have no strength to go. Even my mouth is watering, I feel faint and really bad. If I could get just a morsel of food to tide me over, I’d be really glad.
I picked up the phone to call my assistant to bring me some food real quick, But swiftly rested it down again When I remembered that she’s out sick. I rummaged through my desk to see what I could find, But all I discovered was an almost empty bottle of wine. No crackers, no cookies, no candies or chips, I never thought that in a million years Hunger could punish my body like this.
Lunchtime is almost gone And I haven’t eaten yet. My hands are cold, body is weak And I am dripping with sweat. Lunchtime is just about over now And I need something to eat. I’m exhausted and can’t go anywhere Because I can’t pick up my feet. Lunchtime just walked out the door But I have no energy to follow. If I don’t feed my body soon I might not be here tomorrow.
Graphic description: A man eats eagerly, his expression focused on the food. The picture gives a humorous, literal image of hunger finally being satisfied.
Loneliness, I never invited you here. I never begged you to come here today. You took up residence in my broken heart and decided to stay.
For months now you have lived here, Like a disgruntled tenant Always owing but never paying rent. And to my broke emotions You are heavily indebted for failure to pay the moneys owed. You have not yet paid even one cent.
Loneliness, you never asked the cost of rent or amount of deposit you should pay; You never even signed a rental lease or agreement, But you took up occupancy and refused to go away.
Loneliness, you are bad for business. Since you came along, All my higher-paying tenants have left, Leaving behind all your good-for-nothing friends Misery, Pain, and Sorrow To revel in my brokenness. Loneliness, you profit me nothing. For the time I have known you, You took more than you gave. You exhausted my emotional coffers, Not one good feeling did I save.
Loneliness, you chased away Happiness; You brought Bright-Eyed Joy to tears; You made Tender Heart lose its tenderness, And replaced Lover’s love with fears. Loneliness, you have worn out your welcome. Your rental arrears are due. As owner and landlord of Heart-Healing Restoration Services, This eviction notice is hereby served With immediate effect on you.
Graphic description: A lone man is seen from behind looking into the distance. The empty space around him emphasizes isolation, silence, and emotional separation.
You see her smiling, But all isn’t well. Inside she’s dying, The pain hurts like hell! She lives with her family, Who’s one dysfunctional mess, Always causing her worry And needless pain and stress. No doubt, she dresses the best, As far as your eyes can see. Her mother often neglects her needs And treats her disrespectfully. She’s like a stranger living in a house; Her home is ruined and spoiled. She’s constantly at war with a family, Living day-to-day in turmoil.
She is one of four children And the oldest of two girls. She’s treated like the black sheep by her mother, Whose youngest son is her world. It doesn’t matter how many times he steals her belongings, Or how many times he gets in her face to fight, In the eyes of her mother She’s always wrong. In the eyes of his mother He’s always right. She’s like a stranger living in a house; Her home is ruined and spoiled. She’s constantly at war with a family, Living day-to-day in turmoil.
Although she has a disability, She functions and lives independently. She works to earn a living, And does so willingly. In the house she makes her contributions, So much more than all the others. Yet she’s perpetually taken advantage of by her mother, Her little sister, and her two thieving brothers. She’s like a stranger living in a house; Her home is ruined and spoiled. She’s constantly at war with a family, Living day-to-day in turmoil.
No matter how hard she tries to make them see their wrongs, She’s always made to feel that it’s not there she belongs. And when she speaks up for the things that aren’t right, Her mother often hurls obscenities and insults That are indecent and impolite. Her little sister helps her when she wants, But there’s always a price to pay; After rendering her assistance, She always expects some food to come her way! She’s like a stranger living in a house; Her home is ruined and spoiled. She’s constantly at war with a family, Living day-to-day in turmoil.
Her youngest brother is a hardened criminal, But he’s treated like the golden son. He’s always coddled by his mother, No matter what wrong he’s done. She built him a house on her property, Her justification, to keep him off the streets. For her oldest daughter she shows no compassion And doesn’t care whether she lives or eats. The oldest son makes his living by deceiving others; Many say he’s a white-collar thief. On Sundays he comes around looking for dinner, Like some well-deserving, entitled chief. She’s like a stranger living in a house; Her home is ruined and spoiled. She’s constantly at war with a family, Living day-to-day in turmoil.
Not one of her siblings is different; They all treat her the same, While her mother sits there idly And condones their foolish games. Not once would she correct them, No matter what wrong they do. They’re never taught to look out for their oldest sister —Like outsiders who are always helping— Never knowing what she goes through. She’s like a stranger living in a house; Her home is ruined and spoiled. She’s constantly at war with a family, Living day-to-day in turmoil.
People on the outside looking in Don’t even have a clue. They think that she has a loving and supportive family, But in her case, this is not true. She goes on with a heavy heart, And on her face she carries a smile, Always feeling like the outcast Or her mother’s unwanted child. She’s like a stranger living in a house; Her home is ruined and spoiled. She’s constantly at war with a family, Living day-to-day in turmoil.
Graphic description: A counsellor or doctor speaks with a distressed woman while another person sits nearby. The scene suggests family strain, intervention, and the need for communication or support.
Here I am, a slave, Chained and bound in a cell on my master’s plantation. Time to break free. I need to prove my innocence, Or behind bars forever I’ll be. Never did I receive a fair trial; Prejudiced by race. A guilty verdict was always the jurors’ perception, Even before they tried the case. If I don’t take the chance now, I’ll never break free. I’d rather be a convict on the run Than die in slavery.
Because I’m a black man, I’ve had to endure The pain and agony of the white man’s whip. And I’m not going to take it anymore. Three times a day beaten, And often not being fed; Yet I’m expected to work in the sweltering heat When there’s pain all over my body And pain all over my head. If I don’t take the chance now, I’ll never break free. I’d rather be a convict on the run Than die in slavery.
Now I’m being punished by the white man for things I’ve never done: Stealing, vandalism, and illegal possession of a gun. All because of my disobedience and defiance of my master’s authority, I was wrongfully framed. Liberating myself is the only option, And tonight I’ll stake my claim. If I don’t take the chance now, I’ll never break free. I’d rather be a convict on the run Than die in slavery.
It’s almost midnight now, And the prison guard’s fast asleep. For weeks I’ve been secretly practicing unlocking these shackles, And finally I’ve perfected the technique. With this little nifty hammer and hacking saw I’ve made, I’ll break free from my bondage, Dear Lord, I pray. If I don’t take the chance now, I’ll never break free. I’d rather be a convict on the run Than die in slavery.
Freedom at last! I want to shout, But I know if I do, My lights would be out! Silently I tiptoe across my master’s plantation Until I reach the little dirty blue hut behind the slave quarters, Where he hides all the documents of his criminal transactions. I’ll take all of the diaries and journals that he’s written Confessing all his evil deeds, For therein lies the evidence I need to be freed. If I don’t take the chance now, I’ll never break free. I’d rather be a convict on the run Than die in slavery.
I’m an educated slave Who can read and write. That’s why my master fears me And continues to threaten my life. Quickly I search through the little white box, Reading swiftly through my master’s evil plans. Now I’m holding all the incriminating evidence in the palm of my hands. If I don’t take the chance now, I’ll never break free. I’d rather be a convict on the run Than die in slavery.
I’ve found what I need! No time to waste! Midnight is elapsing at a quickening pace! Off to the courthouse I must run. There I’ll remain in hiding until the morning’s sun. Then I’ll stand before the judge and jury in my defence, Presenting before the court the indisputable evidence. If I don’t take the chance now, I’ll never break free. I’d rather be a convict on the run Than die in slavery.
Graphic description: A dark, shadowed figure walks away alone along a stark path, suggesting secrecy, escape, fear, and pursuit.
You’re always quick to accuse and point the finger, Never accepting responsibility for anything. You’re always angry with the world, And everyone, except you, Is to be blamed for your troubles.
Your obvious sense of entitlement And the air of arrogance you carry Do you no good. Your priorities are often misplaced. Your life’s a train wreck. You’re definitely not the best card from the deck.
Although you stumble, You’re never humble; Someone’s hand should always be there to extend. You talk about everyone And claim it’s not gossip, Always using and abusing friends. It’s not all about you, There are others whose problems are worse. Before you pray about them, You’d rather insult others and curse.
What good is your state of mind When it’s all focused on self? Everyone should always be there to listen to your troubles, Giving you their undivided attention So you could have them all to yourself.
Take a good look in the mirror And tell me what you see? Is that the kind of person That you want to be? Take a good look in the mirror And evaluate your own faults Of course, not one of us is perfect At even untying knots or doing somersaults.
Take a good look in the mirror And you’ll see that you’re no better Than the ones you continue to talk about. Take a good look in the mirror And you’ll find, Because of your bad and ungrateful attitude, Some of the problems that you experience Are self-imposed, no doubt, And no one else is to blame but you.
Graphic description: A woman studies her reflection in a handheld mirror, emphasizing self-examination, honesty, and confronting one’s own character or choices.
Soon after I started reading Kevin Cartwright’s Revelations of a Silent Heart, I was immediately reminded of the opening words of prose attributed to William Arthur Ward: “To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure.” In Revelations of a Silent Heart, Kevin has taken a huge risk at being vulnerable in this no-holds-barred exposé of his dreams and desires, his hopes and hurts.
Kevin’s literary debut is a brave compilation of various moods of prose that speaks about life, love, risks and the courage to face head-on whatever life throws at him. Kevin bares his soul, allowing readers to meander through its corridors and into the hallowed chambers of his heart and mind. Once there, readers are invited to linger for just a moment before plunging into the depth of human emotions, such as love, joy, sadness, surprise and contempt. Revelations of a Silent Heart is a provocative and stimulating read, and I highly commend Kevin for producing such an honest, daring and profoundly personal volume. While Revelations of a Silent Heart is a book of poetry, it is also a diary of sorts, a concerted chronicling of the author’s pleasures and pains as well as an eclectic telling of his triumphs and defeats. Kevin’s literary pieces candidly yet carefully reflect on a variety of human experiences and emotions that many readers will readily identify with. He cleverly relays such experiences and emotions in ways that are sometimes arresting and sometimes disarming. At the most unlikely moments during my read, I often found myself smiling or nodding in curious agreement with a sentiment that was expressed. I have no doubts
that other readers will also find much in Revelations of a Silent Heart that resonates with their own experiences. The depth and breadth of the emotions reflected in Revelations of a Silent Heart have led me to conclude that the author found writing this volume to be poignantly cathartic and that he hopes that his readers will experience a similar liberating release.
Obviously, Kevin has not allowed his disability or his disappointments to define him. Instead, like the proverbial phoenix rising from the ashes, he embraced all the good and not-sogood stuff that life has dealt him, and he has allowed them to become stepping stones to a fuller, richer existence.
Kevin’s Revelations of a Silent Heart is a book that is well worth reading. Like me, I hope that readers will also find Kevin’s reflections to be refreshing, his musings to be inspiring and his contemplations to be challenging. May Kevin’s record of his colourful journey through life serve to inspire you to risk enjoying your own journey! But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, and becomes nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live. Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave, and has forfeited his freedom. Only the person who risks is truly free.
Every poem within Revelations of a Silent Heart reflects moments of joy, struggle, hope, faith, love, and resilience. May these words continue to inspire reflection, healing, and meaningful conversation.
I extend my deepest gratitude to my family, friends, readers, and to our generous sponsors—Fidelity Bank (Bahamas) Ltd., Cable Cares Foundation, and Bamboo Shack—for helping bring this work to life.
With appreciation, Kevin E. Cartwright, B.A., M.Ed.