Lost in sweet melody
cool breeze through hair,
   the glow of fireflies
        lights the night air.

Two hearts interlocked
     a lovers stance,
          lost in the moment
a magical romance.

           Eyes meet eyes
in heartfelt bliss,
      enchanting moments
a soulful kiss.

Hearts beating as one
      lovers unite,
           under the luminous
soft moonlight.

       Time stands still
the melody plays on
         in flowered meadow
beneath the sun.
~

Tomorrow is like being on death row.

The idea of Tomorrow is intended to be hopeful,
But Tomorrow can bring the moment that ends
Life as you know it.

We cannot anticipate a tragedy.
When we awaken from a slumped slumber,
We don’t expect our future sorrow.

Every day filled with ruthless tears
Could have been a routine day,
And every routine day
Could vaporize in a millisecond.

We will forever be unaware
Of our fate --
Unaware of what will come Tomorrow,
Today,
Or ten minutes from now.

So savor every ignorant moment:
You never know when life
Will happen.

It started with a hint upon the air,
the telltale heaviness of anticipation.
A few brave drops fall,
testing their reception on this earth.
Then the drops fall in earnest,
surging down on she who is uncloaked,
embracing the coolness on her skin,
each drop a sweet lingering kiss.
The thunder roars, both terrifying and exhilarating.
The lighting flashes, the wind picks up,
tangling her hair with earnest.
Yet still she stands, embolden by the chaos,
finding peace and comfort in it all.
Your love is a summer storm,
earth-shattering,
deafening,
irresistibly beautiful.

Finding a lover is effortless
for some people.
They only want a few things:
Someone attractive, kind,
funny or rich.

But
I desire
something so much deeper.

I want

an intelligent mind
that wakes up thoughts in me
I didn't realize were hibernating.

I want

to converse, analyze and debate
without being conscious of
the sun rising and falling
between our words.

I want

to make a witty remark
at a coffee shop
so he can reply sarcastically
just for me to jab back immediately
and for him to comeback back playfully
until we're both laughing
stomachs shaking
spit flying
the whole store staring
and we leave
without coffee

I want

our hands to stitch together
perfectly
like two lost puzzle pieces;
one found under a couch cushion
one found inside a junk drawer.
The rest of the puzzle has
already been thrown away
but
these two pieces remain
and they fit.

I want

to fall in love together
then together fall in love with
art, museums, songs, poems
T.V shows, radio jingles,
greek food, backroads,
our mutual hatred for pop culture,
doing the dishes (as long as he washes and I dry)
wrong turns, piled up laundry, life.
Just fall in love with life.

I want

to hurt with him

I want

to save the world with him

I want

to meet, see, understand
and experience all that is foreign
with him.

I think it will only take us meeting
and it'll only be history and happiness from then on.

It's just a matter of if a love like that could ever be
and if a love like that could ever be for me.