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The Song Of Us

When I'm with you
sometimes it seems
people can only see
these vehicles
we ride in.

I notice the stares,
the facial expressions,
I notice the love
that we have
that they don't recognize.

Last night
we waited for the moon
we never saw it because
it was hidden
behind the clouds.

As we walked
I felt Happy and Free
like a child.

I felt truly blessed
even though
we don't have a lot

It feels like
we have access to
all the most wonderful
things in life
right now.

As we build together
I just wanted you to know
that these don't feel
like tough times to me.

I feel excited
about our future
because I know you
and I know me.

Peacefully I enjoy
our Journey
I truly Love You
and feel that You
Truly Love Me.

Airplanes [Feat. Hayley Williams Of Paramore] (Explicit Album Version)

Love Always Theory


  1. Isn't it a wonderful thing to hold your love for someone in the palm of your hand, a little pleasure only the two of you share. Wanting others to recognize it but in the end, realizing that it doesn't really matter if they do :)

  2. nice...great me some BoB as well...i take it you were listening while you wrote i notice a similar cypher...and to have enough in each other is a great place to be...

  3. love being in a car like that, feeling like you're the only people in the world excellent

  4. Another Nice one Theron...
    When I'm with you
    sometimes it seems
    people can only see
    these vehicles
    we ride in.
    I am hoping this part is about your actual bodies but either way man whoever this is you feel this way about is awesome!

  5. Nice write - really enjoyed this :)

  6. Simple and directly from the heart.. I love your romantic poems, Theron...

    This one is sooo true.. when we are in the presence of the one(s) we truly love, life feels so full and complete... it's blissful really!

    A truly beautiful one shot, my friend..

  7. that's a good journey to be on theron..

  8. A beautiful soft and lovely open heart to your love... enjoy.

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

  9. Beautiful poem! Very visual.

  10. wow! lovely poem. simple and feel the scent the fresh air from the breeze...♥it! :-)

  11. wow! lovely poem i can feel the
    the air fresh scent from the breeze of love...♥it!:-)


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