To My Heart and My Love

By Sonia Frances Stevens©

To my heart and my love

Now that you’re with the angles above,

On the wings of the angles of love.

I remember all the years that we have shared.

Through out those years, that we both shared

Each treasured moment that we both dared.

We each showed each other that we cared.

In our lives, we made the difference.

Our lives were one ant that was not just a coincidence.

Now that you have gone, where I cannot reach you.

That does not stop me from reaching out to you.

That does not even stop me from loving you.

Through out time our hearts,

Our souls will always be joined.

There is no such thing, as our parting.

Deep in my heart and soul,

We will always be joined as one.

For many milliner that is come

We will find each other and still stay as one.

To the place were you’re body is now placed.

You’re soul, heart and memories

Live on through my love for you.

It is not a goodbye.

It is “Until we meet again” is what I will always say.

We will always be one, even on this of saddest days.

Copyright©2006 –2007 by Sonia Frances Stevens

Crystalsingers@yahoo.com.au

PO Box 174 Southgate Sylvania NSW 2224

The Veil

The Veil

By Sonia F Stevens

There is a veil that covers the unseen

Only faith and heart believes the unseen.

Only faith and heart can see the veil and lift its shield

Only faith and heart can see behind the veil.

To see all that it hides or shields.

Each person has the choice to believe and have faith or not.

There are questions, which are answered behind the veil.

Is there the Almighty?

Are there facts, which you see, really not being the truth?

Have you seen thousands of years?

Do you believe in the theories of men?

Is it your faith in their words real or not?

I believe in my heart and have faith.

I see what to you is unseen.

Always did, but it look 6 chances with death to understand

That my ability

 To see the unseen is real.

Copyright ©2005-2007 by Sonia Frances Stevens

Time Of Life To Be Heard

Time Of Life To Be Heard

By Sonia F Stevens

Time of life

We are always seem in strife,

Each word cuts in like a knife

Time of life

Can be a true gift of life

You live the life without all that strife

Never give up on this life

We all deserve to be heard

To find our own dream in this lifetime.

Never let anyone take over your own life

That is when our own life finds all kind of strife

That is when other’s cut into our life with their knife,

We all deserve to be heard,

For each if us has a right

To have our words heard.

No time is wasted

Each of us must always be tested

When ever lives are long or short

Each of us has a right to be heard.

Your life means something

My life means something

This is what our life brings

Songs are written

Words are written

There are words to be heard

Ideas to be shared

Our life is to care and be cared for.

No life is ever wasted

Somewhere, some how

We have shared a part of ourselves

Weather it was a mother, father

Sister friend or even a stranger

We all did this without feeling any danger.

Our lives, they will remember

Because we shared our words

We lived with out danger

To share our feelings our thoughts

This is our lives

This has meaning in some way

Made a impact in some small way

We all made an impact

We all have made some sort of contact.

Each one of us has a right to be heard

No matter where you are in life

You have words to be heard.

From a whisper

To the almighty a roar.

Every one has he right to be heard.  

Copyright©2006-2007 by Sonia Frances Stevens                  

The Pain of Hurt

By Sonia F Stevensã
There was a man who I believed
All he did was to me he deceived

Three times he hurt me
Each time was more painfully than the last.
Each time I forgave him
He took it and laughed.

I was his secret in life
When it came to stand by me
He denied me in public life
He always put me out of his life.

His “Friends” Threatened me
These people made their way into my life.
To cause as much pain and strife,
Between this man and me,
They caused so much pain.
They were all the ones for all the blame.

I took on their acts to help this man
In the end he believed them
And that made him their man.

I took on blame because I believed in him.
I wanted him to be free
I wanted him to really see.
That his friends were doing all this
Between him and me.
This he could not even see.

They threaten his life
His world, his children,
So I stood and took the blame
Now he has really made me ashamed.

He left me with nothing
He took all and left me
To crawl and hit that wall.

His friends are now in his life
Even stronger than before.
I tried my best
He denied my trust.

He would never express his kindness.
To me, he will always flee.

When time I wanted to rejoice
His friends would make him have another choice.
He left me alone, or devastated.
When I was to celebrate a special
Occasion,
He would disappear on every occasion.
Left me, hurt me,
Make a special time non-existent.

Now he is blaming me for things I Did not do.
Just to make sure it fitted like an old shoe

He hurt me once again.
This time it was my spine.
This I could not let go.
He would never stay.
He would always have played.

I still believe in this man
I have his life before mine all-time.
I will give him more chances
Because I see those “Friends”
All they want is to control him.
I see the man deeper than they.
I see this man fighting to stay.

This was the man who I trusted and Loved.
Maybe one day, I will see him again.
Maybe one day he will see his friends.
Maybe one day He will love.
This is the man I loved this day.

Copyrightã2005 -2007by Sonia F Stevens

crystalsingers@yahoo,com.au

PO Box 174 Southgate Sylvania NSW

Australia

The Flower

By Sonia F Stevens

All things, which were, are nowhere.

All that were dreams are reality

All reality is now dreams of loss

I find it interesting that Dreams are lost

 That you have paid the greatest cost.

I have lost a man who I could call a lover

Only to find out that he has so many others.

I tried to give him hope and love

Discovered the man that was in the body of a friend

I wanted to make his life safe and free

Only to discover that he had to choose

I was the one who would lose.

I saw the man inside and I felt his warm pride

With everything I was the one who cried.

I give him freedom now.

He has his life and he has his ways

For with him he must find how to pay.

I loved a man who was a musician

He saw nothing in me

And that is where it was to be.

The man is now a toy

For others to live their ways.

Because of the games he plays.

I am giving him freedom

He has to choose if that is what he wants.

I paid the cost.

Now it is his time to believe or not

I wanted his kisses and heart

But to all this he has to want.

He has to live his life.

I cannot live his life.

I can only share his life.

If he ask.

My love for him is great

All my friends said he is not worth

All his friends warned me of his ways.

But I saw him as who he is.

I loved him for who he is.

He gave me flower.

Written by Sonia F Stevens 2004