As I hold you in my hands,
I see our future till my end,
With Jesus footprints in the sands,
As you grow through life and transcend,
I’ll be rooting for you from the stands,
Becoming one of your truest friend.

I had to ask one more time on the possibility of our situation,
I just had to know so I can end this long overdo infatuation

How special is a red rose,
The way she stands with style and grace,
The way she has a lovely aroma,
The way her red petals form a beautiful smile,
The way her thorns protect her from harm,
The happiness she brings to people around her,
And most of all
The motivation and inspiration she provides,
You are my rose
You inspired me too change,
You motivated me to do something great with my life,
If I was to hold you once more I would thank you
© I.Q 2009.02.13

Somehow all the great memories,
I thought we shared under the night sky,
Came to be shattered for future centuries,
With the three letter response  W H Y

5..4..3..2..
As the new are yet to come,
The old hold a memory and lesson,
Others more then some,
The Irish flame that sparked the session,
Never to jump and rush,
The German eyed filled with hurt,
Never to quit and crush,
The young bull fighter,
Never to seek out the convenient window,
Last drag of the cigarette to feel lighter,
1..0
Now there thought clears into the air,
Like smoke with some care.
                                           -IQ3257

When I hear you speak,
My    worries     flow                                                       away,
Past the cold snowy mountain peaks,
Thus traveling A very long                                                                    way