Sunday, August 21, 2005

Audio entry (Because You Make It So)

My love for you increases
With the passing of each day
And blossoms forth in tenderness
To form a sweet bouquet.
Each week adds just a little more
Of things to make it strong
Sincerity and deepest trust
Help it to go along.
The months bring hope and faith to me
And cause my love to sing
A song which mellows more each time
Your kisses pluck the strings.
Your smile is fuel to keep it warm;
Your words cause it to flame
And sparks fly to the skies above
Each time I hear your name.
And that is why, dear love,
My love for you will grow
To fill this life with happiness
Because you make it so.

Del Cano 2001

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful poem

Nice hearing you too

Maria

Anonymous said...

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOW AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!! Love the poem as well!!!!!!
Peace
Jodi

Anonymous said...

Spenver I just returned from a trip...what a delight to find your voice entry at the very top of my 175 ALERTS. You sounded like a person with a marvelous heart and soul... and as usual your words are a testimony of the love which dwells in the innermost source of your being. You have made a wonderful contribution today to the Anniversary celebration and your beautiful words will be here to visit throughout the year. God bless you and yours...cMp

Anonymous said...

TYTYTY new friend.  I appreciate all you guys for doing your audio entries...so nice to add the voices. ;)  C.  http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies

Anonymous said...

This is beautiful. Nice voice ;- )

Anonymous said...

Wonderful, I love it !

Your kisses pluck the strings of my soul
Your lips are precious worth more than gold
Saddness your touch has stole

A crime resurrect smiles that once was old
A jewel you are
A star so rare

My eyes caress you from afar
To show you that I care

My mind embrace your enchanting scent
like whispers reaching the peak of pleasure

A journey my love well spent
And that  ofcourse  is my endeavor


A jewel you are
A star so rare

A journey my love well spent
like whispers reaching the peak of pleasure
And that is passions only endeavor

A journey my love well spent
A gift no man can measure

Anonymous said...

Only a true romantic could write words this beautiful.  Your muse is a lucky lady, Spencer.  I love this.  Purring!

Anonymous said...

What beautiful heart-pourings, made all the deeper having
heard the way the emotional flow of these words sets sail
upon your voice. Thank you, Spencer . . . an amazing and
special sharing!

Naia

Anonymous said...

For the POETRY DANCE >>>>>>first entry      biography>>>>>>>
http://journals.aol.com/astralasterisk/RHYMESFORTHETHYMES/entries/686

Anonymous said...

With no speakers where I'm sittin'
I'm afraid I cannot listen,
But the words you write are lovely
and I love to read them all.

How nice is is to see
every poem that I read.
and I want for you to know
that I am sitting here enthralled.  :)

(well..  it was a quickie...)
Dawn :)
http://journals.aol.com/auburndawn/DawnsDrivel/

Anonymous said...

oh my gosh, spence !  i LOVE your voice !  like i said, i could sit at your feet and listen for HOURS, and even moreso, let your voice saturate my being ... i could definitely be in the grandstands to watch you in action and preach the good stuff ...

sue

Anonymous said...

oh spencer that was so pretty, so beautiful. most guys i know talk like neaderthauls and would never say anything as exsquisite as that

Anonymous said...

Spencer - a most beautiful reading.
Ellen