What does it take?

There's a beggar on the corner

He lost his job

He screwed up, he cries

Has not seen his daughter in twenty-one years

He needs a train ticket, he's afraid of flying

He's asking me for money

And I give

A stray dog

Golden retriever

She's missing a leg

And she seems lost and hungry

She looks at me with big round eyes

And hops, wagging her tail

She's asking me for food

And I give

There's a girl in the bar

She's sad and takes another shot

Tequila

She just found her husband

With her best friend, breaking trust

Breaking heart

She talks and I listen

She needs a shoulder and a ride home

And I give

We're sitting at a table

And I notice your smile

And it makes me happy

But do you see me?

I am the nice guy around you

And I don't mind being that guy

And I'll give

But how do I get

Something in return

Without asking?

Can I take a little?

(c) 2009 - Jeroen Hofman

Wait another day

Sometimes I wonder where you are

“Where is my girl?” I whisper in the wind.

But than I realize I don’t know your name
And I don’t even know your face.
And I wait another day.

There are so many ordinary things in life
Things to deal with
And love shouldn’t be one of them.
Anything less than 
Mad, passionate, extraordinary love 
Is a waste of my time.

I am like a surfer waiting for the perfect wave.
Let it come to me.
And when you finally arrive.
Love me like a roaring sea.

Sometimes I wonder where she is
Where is my girl?

But than I realize I’ve never seen your smile
And I don’t recall your scent.
And I wait another day.

Where are you?

(c) Jeroen Hofman

Before the storm

Before the storm

This morning I went swimming in the ocean
The water was cold, clear and calm
And so was I

On the sandy bottom lay something still
And it caught my eye.
Not glamorously shiny but dark as the night

Holding my breath and diving down
Deep and deeper into the unknown
I did not expect to find you there

Your smile took my breath away
And I drowned
In those watery blue eyes

From below I could see the light
And I loved
How the sun played with the color of your hair

Only for a moment you touched me
And I woke up
Laying on the sand

Later that night, while walking home
I thought
How am I going to tell where I've been today?

(c) Jeroen Hofman

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