Treasure Island

Michael James Kennedy Findlay

(20/04/1988 / Gloucester, Gloucestershire)

Starlight Night


We lay hand in hand, head to head, eye to eye

The stars staring down, as if they were in envy

The moon radiating light upon us, as if it we were a showcase

The passion which was united, a passion of true love

Passion which wrote upon paper, can never portray my passion for you

True passion is like a song, A never ending list of cords and notes

An innovation of a creative mind, written from the soul and heart

A never ending canvas of joys and memories

True passion can never die, it can never fade away, for it lies deep down

You are my true passion, my true calling, my true love

Submitted: Friday, November 25, 2005

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  • Susan Lacovara (9/5/2014 12:48:00 PM)

    Michael, the heartbeat of your passion loud as a drum. Beautiful....simple truth! I in it you to stroll thru my words, as well. PEACE, .Susan (Report) Reply

  • Cierra Mallette (2/6/2014 10:06:00 AM)

    I love the way you use different literature tools to describe how you feel about your spouse/ mate (Report) Reply

  • Honey Bateman (2/22/2006 11:54:00 AM)

    Very great - I wished, I could feel this once in my life... I wished, somebody could feel for me that way. (Report) Reply

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