Mary, Go Round

Mary, Go Round

A Poem by speakingcolors
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A song about love. I smile inside everytime I think of the title.

"

Spinning and spinning around in my room
With no care in the world
I hit the ground
And I've found

 

No matter, no matter what your life is like
You can fix anything
Just a simple song
Will get you along

 

I don't know, I don't know where this song is going
That's why it's so simple
If you want to be free
Then follow me

 

To a wonderful place where you can find who you are
So you can live out your live
It's called your heart
It says where to start

 

You could be a singer, a waiter, a drummer, a painter
Whatever you want
You just have to choose
And hope not to lose

 

I followed my heart till the pathway ended
And look where it brought me
It lead me to you
I love you so true

 

That proves that it takes to what you want most
If you can't see that now
I'll show you what I mean
You'll see what I've seen

 

I'd travel all night through rain and through snow
Just to watch you sleep
I'd sit right down
And not make a sound

 

And when you'd awake I would brush back your hair
So I could see your smile
So fresh and so bright
In the morning light

 

I'd bring you your coffee I'd bring your egg whites
I want you to be happy
You'd look with those eyes
That are blue as skies

 

Do you see, do you see how I love you so?
Will you be my wife,
And spend all your days
In this lovely haze?

 

So Mary, my Mary let's go round in live
With thoughts of eachother
I'll be yours you be mine
And we'll let love shine

 

I love you, I love you forever, completely
Your my greatest friend
My partner, my pal
My lovely gal

 

Mary my girl

© 2008 speakingcolors


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This is beautiful,
and whoever you wrote this for is a lucky girl!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on February 5, 2008
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speakingcolors
speakingcolors

somewhere outside looking in, PA



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poet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..

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