Love the wife of Loyalty stands with her husband's arms wrapped around her and her arms wrapped around him in an warming embrace.  Loyalty looked into the eyes of Love and said

"My beautiful, beautiful, wife you filled my heart with joy by becoming my wife.  My world revolves around you.  I will always be there for you.  I will stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams.  I will protect you from all threats."

Love gave Loyalty a squeeze and said

"I too will stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams.  I will be there for you in your time of need or when ever you just want me by your side."

Love and Loyalty looked into each other's eyes and began to kiss.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Tell me a story, traveller,

of unwalked roads you walked alone
beneath the blue and sunlit sky,
paved with earth or cobblestone
and straying clouds that wander by.

of strange lands and stranger folks
and strange songs they sang with you,
in strange tongues they call their home,
that, in your dreams, was somewhere new.

of temporary loves you loved,
then set your broken lovers free,
and healed your broken, heartless soul
beneath the starry sky and sea.

of darkened woods and foreign sound
that haunt the night-time every night.
of moons that follow footsteps quiet
and stars that watch in silent light.

of stormy nights and thunderclouds
that failed to bring your childish fears,
and drowning rain that drowned the winds
and brought you melancholic tears.

of snowy golden sunsets high
on mountain sides, ragged and old
and tears of wonder, tears of joy,
love of stories left untold.

of rivers running swiftly by
your resting sleep ere break of day.
of twilights that blanket the sky
and sweep the orange clouds away.

of lost lanterns and memories
and aimless wandering in the night.
of faraway towns of scattered starry
homes so warm and hearts so bright.

of lone camp-fires’ dancing songs
and lonely faded quiet applause.
of longing and of selfish pain,
of losing love and loving loss.

Tell me a story, traveller,
of reminiscing in grateful shade,
and of your final travel home
before your loving memories fade.

tell me i matter
tell me i deserve things
tell me i'm fine
tell me it's going to an end
tell me i'll be fixed
tell me i'll be saved
tell me even if i jump off the bridge,
shattered to pieces;
i'll still be able to find.

I tried and tried
for so long.  
Suddenly
I was exhausted.
My mind growing weary,
I decided that my
time had come.

You have slaughtered my kind without
justification and planted red mums
to line the new concrete sidewalk
to your church; Sundays,
as you traipse our roots
we will listen to your
sanctimonious
secrets.

i would
live
or
die
with a
single
word from him,
but i
have to
act like
i can
live happily
without a
single
word from him

You're a midnight texter,
I'm a conversation starter,
I never will ever stop talking,
As the silence scares me,
But not as much as it does to you,
Not as much as it does to the way your hands,
Shudder,
Whilst talking,
Am I that intimidating?

You tried avoiding eye contact,
Knowing that I'm amused,
Watching your words tremble,
Maybe you didn't notice,
Me,
Staring,
As if I'm like one of those,
Warning ads,
On your cigarette packaging,
That you don't even bother,
To take a glance at.

Hands,
Your hands fascinate me,
Maybe,
It's because you're not used to girls,
Being too fussy,
Too loud,
Too meticulous.

The second time we talked,
I realized that,
I was the only one,
Who's practically speaking,
I yelled at you,
In the fast food restaurant,
Apparently making fun of myself,
It's not that I'm acting dumb,
I'm acting clueless.

I know you well,
Not too well though,
Perhaps,
It's from my acquaintance,
They are acquainted,
Of your existence,
Well,
I do too.

Maybe it's because of your hair,
How it reminds me a lot of Amber,
Nor the depth of the ocean,
Or maybe it's because of your glasses,
Or the way you wear your trousers,
Above your ankles,
That the picture of it,
Makes me wonder if that is how,
You're going to dress,
If Coachella was a candle light dinner,
And they recall a nostalgic vibe from the 60s,
Though I wasn't even exist at that time.

You're soft,
A soft sinner people find you manipulative,
I find you an oncoming danger,
An expected wave,
Come running from the other side of,
"I could've loved you.",
To a new shore of,
"I've loved you.",
But the weight of the world,
Pulls you away from being loved,
So you figured how to love yourself,
By drowning each and every piece of you,
In the middle of,
"I won't fall in love again.',
But that's preposterous,
You did fall in love,
Again and again and again,
Each time you decided not to.

Remember,
That one night,
Your thumbs became tap dancers,
Tapping onto the keys,
Followed by a soft tempo,

You said,
"I love you,
If you don't feel the same way,
Please assume,
That this was for your poem."

So,
If you were to read this one day,
Here's a disclaimer,
I didn't write this poem for you,
I wrote this poem about you.

you got a fast car
i want a ticket to anywhere
maybe we can make a deal
maybe together
we can get somewhere
anyplace is better
starting from zero
got nothing to lose
maybe we'll make somethin
me myself i got nothin to prove

i've been wondering
when it stops
people say it stops
when you want it to
but how do i tell that
to my dreams
when all i can think about
is running up to kiss you
in the parking lot of anywhere
it makes me wanna drink
and say everything
like sometimes i think about
what it would've been like
if i had let you go
when i
was still strong enough to do it
like i never knew hell
had such a pretty voice
like i tried to make it all day
without saying
"wish you were here"
like lately i've been going back
to all the places we've been
to see what it's like without you
it is the worst game
of hide & seek
every time i close my eyes
to count
you just go home
i seem to only wear my seat belt
on days you call
on days you're all *never been better
and i just wanna tell you
how much I hate window shopping
and daylight goodbyes
you just sit there
when you could say anything
you could tell me
you noticed i started drinking again
you could even make it up
you could say you miss me, too
you could say
you missed me so much
that the other day
you accidentally bought
two coffees instead of one
you could tell me
how you've been
without me
that you sleep so much better
these days
without having to worry
you can say what you have
to just don't say leaving
was like shooting fish in a barrel
cause i swear i'm nostalgic
for things i pretended were real
and i swear
i don't want a seance
until there's something
worth bringing back
take me back
to all the places i tried to love you
back to a time
where i knew my name  
without you having to say it

*you got a fast car
is it fast enough
so we can fly away
you gotta make a decision
leave tonight
or live & this way