If you throw that penny in the wishing well
You will have thrown away a penny
I’ve spent plenty of Pennies on less
How many wishes do come true
Is anybody’s guess

I pretend you wrote that poem for me
Though I know
It couldn’t be
But in my life
Maybe someday
I can inspire someone as special as you
To feel that way

Are you sure of what you said?
Maybe the opposite is true
The most you can attest
Is that you’re sure of it
For you

You are an old soul
Beautiful and gentle
Trying to appear tough
Comfortable with the macho
And just beginning to accept
Sometimes you are weak
And that’s OK
You are showing layers of yourself
You’ve always hidden away
Unfolding like a blossom
Delicate
May be
The bush remains
Uninterestedly
Buds and blossoms
Everywhere
Old souls
Blossom unexpected
The ancient rose suddenly shows herself in
Winter
Mostly when nobody sees
Off on the side
The rose, hidden by
The snow caught in the breeze

He takes me there
To the break
Before the waves
Crash in on themselves
He can almost hold back the tides
If I heard he did it, one day
I wouldn’t be surprised

You are the type to eat your young
Not all at once
But bit by bit
Torturous biting into
Any part different from you
There’s nothing left of them
By the time that you get through

I come to see if you brought it
Like only you can do
Gentle tickle
Of my soul
Your presence
Ignites me
Simmer shiver
Brings me to my form
Gentle and warm
To a brisk simmer
It’s a new summer
And you are the sun who makes me shimmer