Treetops whistle and sway, rustling leaves across the frigid earth. Sunlight - sparse and spotty as patches of clouds sail the sky above, determining the placement of shadows. 
A clear view between the pines and across the lawn, tell of the season, even through just a quick window glance. Deceiving can this quarter be, with frequent sunshine of plenty but often paired with wind chilling to the bone, having more than a simple harsh temperament. 
Much liked stroll abouts and meanderings are not taken so often, as being weathered in such an extensive mannerism, may not be gentle nor always pleasant. 
The ground crackling beneath footsteps. Passing scents of fiery warmth. Bundles of clothing atop layers of clothing outfitting scurrying folk. 
** Where shall I pass my day? Amidst the tranquil familiarity of my own space? Or perhaps over a temperature appropriate cup of joe, harboring the corner table at the local coffee shop?? I'm sure to be found, in either place, lost in daydreams while pondering over my own thoughts. If your aim to seek companionship is successful, your company joining mine, would be most gratifying...

Every night at about this time, I wonder where you are. Close to me? Miles away? You'll always seem too far. 
- You're the thought on my mind, the smile upon my face, the wind that gives me breath. To me, you're more than worth fighting for and I'll fight till I've nothing left. 
- Though life has thrown another curve and tried to keep us apart, I'll pause my time to make things right , you're the beating of my heart. 
- Rest your head, sleep tight, be assured in every way - I'll never give up until you're here with me, you can count upon the day!

Wild thoughts, they run through my head, like a monster unleashing, that hasn't been fed. 
Image after image, flash after flash, a pain in my stomach like a gaping ****. 
Shaking, nervous and numb to the bone, swiftly arising is the feeling of being alone. 
A dreadful thing that disrupts my nights. It engulfs my body as if I'd signed up my own rights. 
Overbearing darkness with not a single sound. Franticly I search for an exit but it's nowhere to be found. 
Weeping and trying to hide, I'm scared of it all then, slowly I depart and begin to fall....Clinching my fists, I give in to sleep, telling no one my secrets, for they are mine to keep!

Roses are red. Violets are blue. You're my heartbeat. Oh yes, it's true! 
Some daisies may be pink, while leaves may be green. Our love is stronger than any other I've ever seen! 
Some sands are yellow. The sun- often times gold. My eternal connection to you could never properly be told! 
Dirt can be brown, the clouds- some times white....the thought of your mere existence makes my heart light! ♡♡ 
So...those roses may be red and those violets may be blue but there isn't a color deep enough to describe my love for you!!!

Tussled speculations of many. I wonder - what could they be? 
Scarring looks of plenty, the conclusion - it's obviously me. 
Reasoning with probable cause and lack of present graces, the cause of unsettling silence and spiteful, dismal faces. 
Massive gaps of distance, set in place by stone. A once communion eviscerating as division's presence is shown. 
Words intentionally unspoken, the silence too maddening to bear- ******* slowly broken, leaving not even remnants to share. 
Visible aches and empty hurt, proving difficult to hide. 
Longing questions within my eyes, as I witness how "we died." 
Now, too far gone for wishful thinking or pleading on bended knee. It was never really worth fighting for, as I now so plainly see.

Sleepless nights, a wandering pen; clashing of dawn and daylights end. 
Swallowed by thoughts, a weakening mass. Strength is lessened as time is passed. 
Empty expressions with a deserted stare. Feeling plenty, yet with nothing to share. 
Listless days, preceding hollow night. A fulfillment teases my fingertips - no possible grasp in sight. 
The demand, the hunger, to fill this space; a calling, a yearning for that safe embrace. 
A cradle that will forever clutch me tight and remove this restlessness from my night.

I am in need of affection, diligence, the feel of warm skin next to mine. My body aches for a caress that hold me drawn. 
My mind, my heart- they spiel to me in the clearest of tones yet, my fulfillment remains lacked. 
A beautiful piece of flesh, so forthcoming is laid at and upon my feet. This beautiful, seemingly angelic being is the crave, the lust, that my body is so constantly reminded of and I prepare myself eagerly for my void may at last be filled. 
The purest and softest of slight wisps upon skin contact and a kiss that spirals my inner and outer most beings to euphoric heights, is now and finally present. 
This intimacy- bliss to my soul and even the very ***** of my souls possession. My yearning is subsided as I willingly succumb; openly accept and take avail to this flesh, this life before me. 
Feeling as a sunrise, upon the earliest of dawn for no lacked fulfillment exists within me, as now our peeks have been matched. This allurement is most welcomed with the promise of leaving my body and soul subsided with gratification.