I am,Missing you, like I’ve had you once before.Reaching out to feel, and felt something more.You must know that you are whom I adore.Compelled by a force that no one can see,Driven forward to hold onto dreams,Caring for someone who can’t be with me.Not understanding the feeling, but feeling too much.How I wish you knew how I longed for your touch.Aching and burning, this passion, this yearning,After so much time, I find...
Every time that I seem to advance,I take one step forward, and two steps back. Please hold my hand, I don't want to go it alone.I'm trying so hard-- Not to turn my back on the world.In the way that you have turned your back on me. Maybe I am angry at you. Maybe it shows..Perhaps I don't really care..That is a lie though, I suppose. There you go. Still there but lost to me.What went so wrong? My heart is fragile.Just lik...
To whom I call my dearest, Beloved bel esprit. So full of love and hope. And the hope for love. Love, I am truly enamored. For even the passing thought, Of your sweet kisses, Puts me at peace. Peaceful, Even as I yearn for you. My heart, my spirit, my mind and body. My very essence is electrified by. Thoughts of us. Us, We--fierce and beautiful. Tragic yet hopeful. Two as one. Made to love,...
Beyond the shore, the sun descendsand paints the sky in fuchsia blendswith passion fruit and tangerineand clouds a-blush with peachy sheenmagenta ribbons flirt with blueas day departs in royal adieua spectral thrall, a final boastto brush the warm Amalfi Coastthe spritely sea consumes the lightas waters burn for coming nightand sand glows rose in lovers’ heatthere on the beach, we take our seatI wrap her with a tender arm...
On your return As we call you The star of Love To brighten the sky Blessing given to all Mere mortals below Some looked up Seeing your wonderous sight Most continued On their bustling ways As your first gift fell Covering all With a blanket Of pure white snow Children came out Filled with magic Hearts soften Your gift to us Love Peace From the Kingdom of Heaven
The weak light from a leaden sky revealed a scattering of forlorn leaves clinging to the dark, wet limbs of trees bordering a deserted playground and half-empty parking lot. Cold, misty rain and swirling winds hastened the inevitable outcome of this doomed struggle. A typical winter's day in New York, thought, Gwen Kaplan, as she took in the scene from inside her snug bedroom. To her, it seemed beautiful. The nasty weath...
Just the sanding of the years on a wall still firm and strong, just the flaking here and there, while TIme smiles and goes on. Just a few more marks and lines on a surface still quite smooth, while events unfold and fade, while peace and turmoil meet and love and desire rub elbows with the paleness of dying seconds.
A haze of amber flecked with goldthe nightly spell of Rome takes holdits citrine light gleams from our hairand our footsteps float as if on airThe ancient mischief of ancient lanesdilates our eyes, infects our brainsthe domes and columns coalesceto wink us, nudge us, urge us, 'yes'With impish looks, our hands entwineour faces flushed with golden winecoy laughter rolls in rustic streetstill in our sight, the river greetsUp...
He loved her so much he gave her a rose, the most beautiful rose In his exotic garden. She broke into tears, ran to his garden to find the mother plant that has lost her child. She tried to join them, and saw it was no use. She cried for her rose, fated to die in a vase because of his love for her.
Time and gardens go together, love and roses go together crystals and rain go together, fireplaces and Winter also go together… We, on the other hand, shared time in gardens, enjoyed love and roses, loved raindrops on crystals, cuddled near the fireplace in cold, ice-cold Winters, and yet, sadly enough, we are no longer together.
She looked at him in awe and saw her past revisited, she looked at him hopefully and saw her uncertain future. He just looked at her intently and saw only the present. And it is now, years later, she lives only in the present while he thinks of their past and still regrets not finding her in his bright, promising future.
A thousand jewels in soft arraybrush moonlit waters in sweet balletvibrant lights from red to goldenchant the river of London oldThrough the night, St Paul's commandsa ship of white, atop the landscasting awe from bridge to hallsplashing life in silver thrallBlackfriars Bridge in calm reposeOxo Tower glows like a rosetwisting lamps climb from the standsThames Clippers sail in silky bandsBy the wall, a busker playspennies...
We huddle silentlyDraped in a quilt of innocent friendshipThe warmth of our arms minglingAs we sit side-by-side in the dark roomOur faces flicker with multi-colored splashesDolled out by my bulky old TVShowing our private 'movie-night' movieBathing us in translucent excusesShe's glowing tonightEven more so than usualHer clothes are a little tighterHer make-up more carefully attendedHer hair shimmering and smootherHer chee...
The oar blades dip into the dappled glass-like waterBeneath the sighs of weeping willows, the boat glides forwardSending gentle ripples fanning across the river, shorewardTo slosh softly against the bankAcross the boat, she looks back at meHer blonde hair dances with mottled golden raysAnd on her face, glows a smile that says,there's more than the sun's warmth between usI lean back and pull the oars through the dark liqui...
You decided the end of our story before we could write it Robbing us of a maybe, stealing our possibility Opting out of responsibility My love has chosen a misfit You wrote our entire album before a tune was hummed, Playing with my heart like a melody Ambitiously lacking in fidelity My love has been strummed You painted a picture before an image even formed Ripped through my defences like paper I breathed you in lik...
