When we are old,
And my legs are too weak
To twirl for you,
And my cheeks are wrinkled
From laughing with you,
And my hands are rough,
From the tools I've used,
And my memory is fading,
From the damages of age,
And your arms are too weak
To toss me into the lake,
And your eyes are yellowed a bit,
From the nights we stayed up drinking,
And your voice is raspy,
From talking for hours upon years,
I will still be in love with you.

Far out of the corner of his
Eye he followed a star
Shining deep in the distant
Constilation
Dark matter concealed his
Hand out of sight
The connection was COMIC
From the hammer of Thor
Stan Lee created
Spiderman and the Fantastic four

Lately I feel wayward

Over the moon, frenzied emotions

Vermillion chaos

Entangled thoughts run amok.


Pleasantly out of sorts,

Off balanced, too much of this, of you,

Effortlessly beautiful, it’s true,

Making grown men

Swear and cry —to be forgiven…

She played in a horror on TV
It was full of blood and gore
The actress stared in another film
The kind you will adore
She was there in many movies
And some they were extreme
But this one it was different
Called the sweet romantic dream.