How do you feel? poem

How do you feel, said the man,
have you sinned,
do you feel that you can be saved?
Are you wanting change,
do you want to change the world,
of the world are you ashamed,
do the problems of the world drive you insane?
Have you enough money,
have you a roof over your head,
have you food for your tummy?
Just ask Jesus, and he will save,
something I have heard before a million times or more,
and something similar that I have also heard,
from other religions too,
and still, over the years millions of people,
from famine and drought have died,
needlessly, alas, it is sad but true.
I feel fine
I feel fine,
I take my time,
I place the roses on the table,
I smell the scent of them,
and I think of you,
and I,
I cannot wait for you to get here,
and to hold me in your arms,
and to kiss me on the lips,
for time is my master,
and it goes too slow,
but I know,
you will be here soon,
at noon,
and I will wait whilst thinking of you,
and I will listen to our favourite songs,
and put the kettle on,
and put the roses in a vase,
and for a while, I will look at you in the photograph,
and oh, how beautiful you look,
and that smile, I know it well,
it makes my heart swell,
and to have you, once more beside me in the sunlight,
will be like the sun shining inside me so bright,
for in me, your love is like a symphony,
playing such a beautiful melody in my heart.
I feel fine
I feel fine, I take my time,
I place the roses on the table,
and I smell the scent of them,
and I think of you,
I cannot wait for you to get here,
and to hold me in your arms,
and to kiss me on the lips,
for time is my master,
and it goes too slow,
but I know,
you will be here soon,
at 8.15pm,
and I will wait whilst thinking of you,
and I will listen to our favourite songs,
and put the kettle on,
and put the roses in a vase,
and for a while,
I will look at you in the photograph,
and oh, how beautiful you look,
and that smile,
I know it well,
and how it makes the heart swell,
to have you, once more beside me in the sunlight,
and how elegant and magnificent your smile will be,
and how glorious I will feel in my heart,
for in me, you play such a beautiful melody,
and your love, it moves mountains,
and time,
time, with you is a glorious time,
and what a wonderful heart you have,
and what a wonderful mind,
and there is nothing better than holding you close,
as we dance cheek to cheek in the summertime,
and the roses are for you, my valentine.
6.59,
6.59pm, only just over an hour,
until I can hold you and kiss you,
my sweet darling valentine,
my sweet darling valentine.

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