Hold on time

I wonder if I could hold on to a moment , cast it off to the stars , and hand it to a memory for safe keeping in a dream .
To call upon an Instant wrapped around an echo where I held you on my heart and begged for the hands of time to take a rest from moving .
Eye to eye , on the threshold of each other’s soul , burning affection that can only be realized in the touch of an enveloping embrace .
The only thing I’ve ever known for you is love , not just a feeling , but just “ was “ .
Their has always been a gravity between our hearts , you have always been my comfort , and I know I could not be me without you .
I wonder if I could hold on to that moment , put the hands of time on hold , and just let you be mine ,forever .

Romantic haiku’s

Haiku

My fluttering heart
From it’s anticipation
Before its first kiss

Not one single star
Can match the light in your eyes
Like yours fill my heart

When our lips first touched
A volcano erupted
Deep within my soul

You, like my breathing
Circles life through my insides.
The breath of my soul

My heart in your hands
Your wings lift me upon high
My Angel on earth

Before we were born
One soul in eternity
Our forever love

Heavens sweet nectar
Soft as silk, rose petal lips
Oh,kiss me again

You are the isle
Amidst the ocean , my love
I envelop you

The porcelain glow
Off your face under the moon
You beauty enhanced

Like a picture

Layer by layer snippets of yesterdays past place themselves atop of one another next to , and interweave , to form a picture in my heart , saved from a time together , cherished like a treasure and represented on a moments reminisce , like forming a flower petal by petal , or a lighthouse on a sea shore , stone by stone .
To bring that smile back to my soul , just like it was when the moment was being lived.
Like a picture ,
A tapestry threaded in heartstrings , sewn into memory’s kept in my dreams, to call upon at an instances notice .
A passionate kiss, your Silhouette under the moonlight, the porcelain glow off your face , or just the way you wore your hair .
Like a picture
On the walls of my torso or the pages in my mind whenever I miss you, I can find you.
No need to hold it close to my heart, because it’s already inside my heart .
Like a picture , another memory of you ......

I can breathe

Like an eagle , outstretched arms lunging into the abyss , with nothing but faith that it will carry his thrusting wings through the wind , trusting that no matter what is before him it will take him to where his hearts destined to belong.
I can breathe ,
After just your mere utterances of a lifelong affection , still raging within your soul , the other end to the gravitational pull of my own , which has been drowning in uncertainty without your angelic presence.
The tightening of heartstrings like two opposite sides of a magnet ever since I’ve know you.
I can breathe
You’ve made me whole , even before I knew what love was , I knew that you made me.
We are one , before we were ever born , Love didn’t bring us together , we brought together love.
I can breathe
I never knew a moment I didn’t love you , loving you is all I know.
I feel you pulling on my heartstrings whenever we are apart , only to have it ebb amidst your prescience.
I can breathe , because you love me.
I can breathe , because you give me life .
I can breathe , because once again , “we are”
I can breathe ......

Hold on to the now

If I could etch this very passage in time to this very instant in now , where your hand is but a reach away , and the scent of your hair can catch the breeze upon my face.
Where I could punctuate your smile with the touch of my lips , and taste your skin on mine.
Tender kisses , enveloped embraces , an eternity lost in your eyes.
I wish I could hold on to the now , let the moon not set into dawn , or the sun not give way to the evening , you and I , here , now , in love , our love , everlasting affection.
All aligned in the moment , our moment , my angel
If I could stop the sand through the eye of the hourglass , and live in this dream you’ve made of our life as an “ us and we “.
Where “ loving you to sleep “ is but the end of each day , and waking next to an angel as the morning calls , just another day to live to love you .
For I wish I could hold on to the now , let my heart never be without yours in it’s echo , and forever is but our doorstep.
If only I could hold on to the now .

But for a moment

Like a gentile breeze out of no where , painting fading memories again with the vibrant hue of freshness in the sound of her voice .
Calm , yet with the bellow of a thunderous burst of affection , waking my soul out of its nightmarish doldrums.
For but a moment , she flew back upon my existence , bringing my heart back to life in an instant of her smile.
“My life “ , my love , but for a moment,
the flowers aligned with the stars , the moon again casts its smile over midnight , and I can rest in her daydreams , or echoes in the night.
But for a moment , she again is the next line of the ,“ happily ever after “, where the real story begins.
My tomorrows dream , my love of a lifetime , and lifetime love. The thought of getting to touch her silken lips once more , caress her porcelain skin , taste her tenderness , and love her one more time.
But for a moment , I fall again enchanted to the softness of her voice as it sends my heartstrings into a symphony.
But for a moment , she is mine once more .

Left behind ?

I left these odes in the journal so that their may be something left  of my soul when I’m gone , perhaps some remnant of a deepest affection that no one may never know existed without the stream of words that bellowed from deep within my heart , into that ocean of a lifelong love .
Perhaps someday , someone will happen upon this book , heartbeats, captured in moments , etched on parchment , snippets of a story sewn together in the strings of a heart, the ink of a pen , to a woman , an angel , the love of my life , or , lifelong love , a girl I’ve asked forever.
I wonder if someone will find my words , and feel my affinity toward her.
Like the stars line the skies with eternal tales for as long as time has been , will someone see the same in my words , like she never seemed .
With no midnight sky to hold my heart , or no stone to bear the etching of a beating heart flow , without these words bound in my whispers , will I ever have loved her at all.
So I scroll these words into a journal , crimson ink , filtered only through an adoring heart , that’s loved her all my life.
My legacy , laced within the parchment of now faded memories , and hopeless dreams , that once guided my smile.
Without someone to read , will I ever have loved her at all .