I’d craft you a poem, yet words may fall short,
To capture the joy, the laughter, the rapport.
The very essence of what sets you apart,
The moment we met, the joy in my heart.

Instead, gaze upon the night's starlit design,
Connect the dots, the constellations align.
A grand spectacle, yet a void unseen,
A tapestry incomplete, until you intervened.

Stand amidst the cosmos, in lunar glow,
The missing piece, the truth starts to show.
By now, you must surely know,
How your presence completes this poem I bestow.

i wish to call you mine
not because i want to have you
nor i see you as an object i must own
neither as a possession to wield

i wish to call you mine
because you are mine to cherish,
mine to  care for, mine to think of,
and mine to love.

In this vast world, a love story unfolds,
A tapestry of emotions, yet to be told.
A tale of two hearts, drawn close together,
A love like no other, destined to weather.

With every glance, my heart skips a beat,
Your presence, a balm, making life complete.
Your laughter, a melody that resonates through,
Filling my days with joy, painting them anew.

In your arms, I find solace and peace,
A sanctuary where all worries cease.
Your touch, a gentle caress so divine,
Sending shivers down this grateful spine.

With you, my love, time knows no bounds,
Our souls entwined, dancing to love's sounds.
Together, we'll navigate life's winding road,
Supporting each other, sharing the load.

In your eyes, I see a future so bright,
A love that brings forth endless light.
With you by my side, my heart finds its home,
In your embrace, I never feel alone.

So let us cherish this love, sweet and true,
A bond that blossoms, forever anew.
In this journey of love, hand in hand we'll go,
Creating a story that only we will know.

Forever and always, our love will remain,
A testament to the beauty we both contain.
You are my sunshine, my guiding star,
In this new love of ours, I know we'll go far.

We are
Born and bred
Into a life of dread.
We are oblivious
To concept,
Shaken by
Small upset.

We rely
On a human touch,
To feel at ease,
A pure ecstasy
To us.

A gentle hold,
Small movement
To and fro.
Whispers of gold,
From the depths
Of a human soul.

But we grow
And learn of self
Love,
Yet still yearn
For human touch.

But some
Do not recieve.
They must suffer
Neglect,
Lack of affection,
As one to another
Is hurt by rejection.

How purity
Is seen as weak,
Bleak,
And tossed by authority.

A desire so
Ravenous,
Brushed away
By whom we thought
Established us.

For one cannot live
In this manner of such,
As a soul becomes empty
Without the human touch.

You only touch me when I’m not looking
Stuck in traffic, my eyes on the road
Or when I pretend to be asleep,
Afraid to breathe, to startle you—
You, like a deer in the headlights;
Me, the driver, blinded by the night
It is strange: the touch, the flinch
In the moment of alert and panic
It felt warm like the blood of the dear
Oozing, reaching the car,
To finally meet the driver
Touching me terrifies you to death
And only in death are you brave enough
To reach for me, embrace me
It’s you who flinch now when I look,
Hand quicker than your thoughts
You didn’t hesitate, and I didn’t ask
Lights off now, I get out of the car
But you have run off to where I cannot see you

for have you not known by now,
the person standing in front of you,
became a mad poet, with deranged
semantics and demented letters,
offered to convey a lover’s
delusional affections.