Years may come, and years may go
But of my love this much I know.
You can never find another love
The same as me, if you lived thru eternity.
My love was a seed which was implanted in me
And has grown bigger than the tallest tree.
Its roots are deep in the foundation
Whereas I feel every sensation.
I feel the tremors and I drink the waters of life
Which makes me stronger, every passing
Day and night.
And as a gardener who takes the petals
Off its flowers.
My love comes back stronger and
more beautiful to your sight.
For it shows my strength and might.
Look at the beauty of my love
And smell its aromatic fragrances.
Releasing all your feelings and
Which gets your senses reeling
“ feel your heart flutter”
for another love like mine
There will be no other.
This is the deep rooted love that
I have for you and
“what you do is up to you”.
louis rams
Focus me on presents
Yet you set me down in pasts
My frame click, click, clicks
On all the things to last
My flowers never die
My faces never age
Another chapter another story another life for you and me lets give each other a promise lets hold our hands together you showed me your world and i showed you mine, i think its time, its time to take the step to move forward , a brighter side is waiting and this was the last thing of what you said you left my heart held with fire you left my mind lashing in memories you gave me hope ,you gave me something beyond wt i asked for and now yu left me in this world .I stood beside your grave planted flowers went back through our memories and set my heart on fire and frm this moment till the end i promise you that you and only you are the one that my heart was opened too and closed after you❤
Flowers build the summer air
Flowers bring untold despair
Flowers in the sun do grow
Shatter when the north winds blow
Flowers love not you, nor me
But lust for all the honey bees
Working in their busy way
To glut on all the summer days.
But when the bees are all but done
And Autumn leaves block out the Sun
Who's that in their final hour?
Not you or me-
Our friends, the flowers.
Love-driven on the edge of chance
he took the stairs in his surefooted stride:
Two, four - and one too many.
Happens, sometimes.
He dunked his thumb in the jam pot
And sought for a sentence –
That eluded him.
He rooted, laughed and drank,
Took his scarf,
hat
and thought:
Such a lucky chance –
It happens, now and then,
That you lose time
But grasp your luck
And leave on the dot.
Well then!
Four, two – you know the rest:
One too many.
It was meant to be.
There were flowers by the table –
And the cups were steaming
Invitingly to be stirred.
Hot chocolate and a piece of cake.
You know too well,
It happens now and then:
That you lose time
But grasp your luck
Hot chocolate and a piece of cake.
When night fell, I slept
& dreamt of spring,
flowers; daisies blooming
left & right … but
the colours were askew
& so I asked the moon
to trade places
with the sun.
& she obliged.
But still, in that new light
I felt guilty.
All those red petals
no longer belong to me.
A passerby came along
& I panicked
trying to find a name
for what was clearly a rose.
(there were thorns after all)
I remained speechless,
dug up the flowerbed,
& burnt the remains.
I was only trying to
keep up with appearances.
Those colours
have no place
growing here.
In the field of my mind,
posies of wild-flowers
mostly delicious little daisies,
sometimes those shameful red roses,
I wish the latter would just wilt.
The sky crumbles quickly,
As flowers become prickly.
Changing with the summer dew
To become something new.
The wind blows heavy.
Over the levy
The waters flows steady
Tastes sort of "leady"
Its all falling apart
Find the start
Replace some bark
Before things go dark
I planted flowers
Fixed the floor
Worked for hours
Painted the door
Re-grouted the tile
Sowed some seeds
Rested a while
Then pulled the weeds
Painted the halls
The carpet is new
Washed the walls
And baseboards too
Removed the clutter
granite counters were bought
Replaced the gutter
'Cause the old ones were shot
I stand back and see
the results of our work
And mumble softly, Gee
You're a stupid jerk
Shiny and new
The house is a show
Prepared for a view
By people we don't know
Our home's at it's best
And everyone can tell it
So now we can rest
And the realtor can sell it!
Withered flowers
twigs and berries
maybe over watered
choked out by grass
the fragrance of
your skin
dried out by the sun
ferments the love
as you rest
I hold your hair
in my hands
ah, your perfume
takes me back
and brush it behind
your ear
You
Are untamed
Reckless blood and wit intertwined
A twisted, brazen
mind.
Your mind
Is so clearly different
It leaps and soars, so acrobatic
And your thoughts appear to me so hazy and enigmatic
Your mind is simply not pragmatic
Yet your perception knows no bounds.
You have thoughts that come close to insanity
That sometimes flow in the form of profanity.
Your spirit
Is either very high or very low
Up and down, to and fro
There is no in between for you
Some say you are stupidly crazy
The dull ones say that, the ones too lazy
To see beyond the rugged surface.
The subdued and vapid ones
Will never understand the magnetism
Of your sweet, exquisite devilry.
On your face you often wear
A fierce and restless stare
A wan, discontented expression
As though you're always awaiting
Something bigger,
Something better.
You
Are fluid, swaying fire
And I will never tire
Of watching you burn
I can see you brain boil and churn
As it reels into into areas of
madness and chaos.
Your psyche
Is an endless field of dark reverie,
Of fear and vagary.
I know your night terrors
Your savage dreams of death
Screams and bated breath
Unutterable visions
The grotesque world of horror thats spins itself out
And dribbles into your drawings
All those creatures, skeletons gnashing and clawing...
You
Are gentle and thoughtful
Yet you are terrified
Of this dark thing that sleeps within you.
Your eyes - they’re stunning
They’re tempestuous, wanton,
Wild, like some fierce animal peering out of a rusted cage
Oh, your eyes
They are something beautiful, but annihilating
Like Autumn crocus flowers, innocently poisonous
Lids splaying delicately like its violet leaves.
You are tall and strong
And uncontrollable,
And your smile
Is the biggest paradox I've ever encountered
Childlike
And fatal.
You are not
A creature of the commonplace
You are not a slave of the ordinary
You are not a mindless drudge of the mundane
You are free.
Or bewitched, what's the difference
