Gold Everything

Just a poem about love and what does it brings... Wondering what does loving someone truly means.....

This is for the lost one's

May I quote something

"Living life like there's no exception

Everyday I got a destination

Vila' is where I'm located

Laying with a girl that fulfills my every dream

It's just her and me or her and I, grammar wasn't my thing

Though I love the conversation that it brings

Keep it smooth like the waterfalls at springs

Can't you see I'm in love with her image

Cabernet Sauvignon, famous red wine

Exotic taste, Scottish beef stew, complements her & I 

Oh yeah that just happen, loving is our passion, just reach out and grab it"

Gold everything, gold everything, what a lonely life it brings

Gold everything, gold everything, what a lonely life that it brings

Chilling by the ocean, watching waves roller coasting, the sunsets by the sky at night I hear her cry...

Gold everything, gold everything, gold everything, gold everything

What a lonely life that it brings, what a lonely life that it brings....

I could love you girl, I could love you girl

Just tell me what to do, just tell me what to do girl

Is lying telling the truth, Is smoking really a bad habit

Was Valeria Messalina a nymphomaniac???

Questions that I ask her just wanting to know

Do she love the finer things or do she loves my soul...

I need to know......

Gold everything, gold everything, what a lonely life it brings

Gold everything, gold everything, what a lonely life that it brings

Chilling by the ocean, watching waves roller coasting, the sunsets by the sky at night I hear her cry...

Gold everything, gold everything, gold everything, gold everything

What a lonely life that it brings, what a lonely life that it brings....

Author's Note

Just tell me what do you all think and how does it make you all feel....

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

you can line the images up one by one, then alphabetically, then the things of most (or least)
importance, love (the passionate idea) is the holistic approach to sustaining life. But, just as life
and love itself can change, the mood of the poem changes in the end. "Do she love the finer things
or do she loves my soul"? That's the question I think this love poem wants an answer to.
Nicely done....dana

[Emily]

Nice wording!
Keep it up!