It's freezing cold outside
The lifeless trees scratching our window
Begging to come in
The wind keeping the door shut
A fire is blazing
The wisps of wood turning into ash
Your hot skin against mine
We are wrapped in a blanket
The clock ticking promising forever
Your mouth whispering "I Love You' against my hungry lips
Your body warmth filling me with love
The crackling of wood filling the room like candles
Love, passion, and romance
Heating the log cabin
Snowflakes landing on our windowsill
Your body igniting a fire well within my soul
Oh how I love these winter nights
The fire playing wonders with your eyes
The shadows of our bodies
The roses scattered across the floor
Your lips red with wine
Oh these romantic winter nights.

Come on down to a small little town
With Southern hospitality  
Where we wave from our trucks
And give each other 'the hand'
Where we all care for each other
Where the tea is sweet
The Beer cold
A nice little lake day with Texas
Jumping in from the tire swing
Screaming at the top of your lungs filled with joys of laughter
I really hope you'll fall in love with Texas she really is friendly
She'll let you run your tires through her dirt
Get all muddy and ***** while its raining
Then worship on Sunday morning
A BBQ with the whole town
We'd really like to make you feel welcomed
The Texas Friendly kinda way.

I walk in the room roses scattered across the floor
A raging love of war
I lie on the bed and think of our wedding night
It was flight or fight
I think of your hot skin igniting my naked soul
Now there's nothing left but a gaping hole
Baby why did you have to leave me?
Why did it have to be?
I feel your lips crashing against mine passionately
The tears are flooding in slowly
I miss you like roses where the tenderness peeks out of blooded thorns
I would do it all over again
Even with the knowledge of that bullet taking your life
I still would've said yes to being your wife
Oh Baby you got me feeling like roses
All complete and beautiful with the blood stains from the thorns
I lie awake whispering your name to the bed sheets
These memories soaring in and taking me away to a world of peace
Baby, you are my single rose.

In this world of romantic dreamers called poets
We shall forever live in a poem
Where words run deep and periods don't exist
I think of you and my heart flutters
You are the most beautiful form of art I have ever written
You are the single rose I need
I am infatuated by the desire of wanting to be in love
We are two love struck teenagers
Watching the stars and whispering about love into the passionate wind
Promising forever against each other's lips
Keeping each other warm in a tight embrace of endearing romance
I dream of you the way one writes to breathe
I dream of you as if you truly were my lover
The more I write the more real we become
The more memories and moments I conjure up
You are simply a dream of my crush
This poem is written for me
There is no us
But I like to dream through string of words and poems
I am a hopeless romantic writing about a boy who will never notice her
But with every poem I write I bring us alive
In a world where no one can find us
This is all but a dream called a poem
Written by romantic dreamers called poets.

He came home from Vietnam
He cheated death and now he's paying the price
He hears the voices of his fallen brothers
Screaming in agony and pain
Bullets flying everywhere
Men dropping to the ground with a thud
Panic and horror creeping in
A tornado taking his soul
He screams and awakes soaked in sweat
It was just another nightmare
He takes a long pull of the bottle
Trying to numb the memories
He is not alright but he will never admit it
He was an American soldier
He survived
But how could he feel so dead and hollow in the inside?
He went to sleep with the bottle clung to him
Another whiskey lullaby
Trying to drown out the hell of war
He drinks till he can't anymore
Then it's back to those nightmares
The feeling of guilt for coming out alive settling in
He's got the weight of Vietnam on his shoulders
In the bottle he sees their faces
He hears their hollers for help
He feels the very life draining out of them
He's held so many dying men
Men who had wives and kids
Men who wanted to tie the knot
Men who are now six feet underground
And it's all his fault, he thinks
He takes the bottle and falls asleep to another whiskey lullaby.

I have fallen in love with the simplicity of words
Stringing them along like the chords of a guitar
Lighting up the night sky like the twinkling stars
A thunderous roar of hear my words
Let them move you along the dance floor
Or like the waves of the sea
Hang on there and I'll save you with some sweet sweet poetry
Baby please hang on
I need you like the dark night needs the star to light the way
I need you like the sun needs the clouds to cool it down
I need you like the rustling leaves needs the wind to pick them up again
I need you like the very breath you are
Let my words take a hold of your heart and soul
Leave the past in the past
Take my hand and hang on
I'm going to show you what it feels like to be a mockingbird
Beauitful and happy to sing and to love
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with sweet sweet poetry.