You said my name upon a breeze
It whispered in my ear
With a sigh you told me
What I though I'd never hear
In time the world will come to see
That what is true is real
That nothing ventured, nothing gained
Regardless how we feel
For if there is no bravery
To subvert the status quo
Then, a blissful life remains
A blessing we shall never know

After all this time
There are no worries
It is as it has always been
We are one
And forever does exist

Oh, you are deep inside my soul
and how I love you beyond reason.
You are my love beyond love!
Some nights I die in my soul
my heart breaking.
Oh, how I break down and cry for your love!
Can you ever understand
what goes on in this man?
Oh, how I would die just to hold your hand.
Oh, how I push my love over the borderline!
Your love is my life
and without it I'm just a dying man.
Oh, how want of your love
tears every fiber of my brain!
Oh, how I love you
beyond my heart and soul!
Oh, your touch is more precious
than the finest gold.
Oh, without your love
the world turns to a nightmare
all black and dreadful
all pain and foreboding
in the darkest night.
But with the touch of your fingertips
my heart and soul come to life
and the world is filled
with the sweet fragrance of your love
and a love song for you
drifts from an open door
to the depths of my heart
a song of my eternal devotion to you.
Oh, with your love there is life!
And without you there can only be death
to hold you in my arms
is heaven on earth
and to be devoid of your love
only the pits of hell!

I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing
It must have the same effects as walking on the moon
It must trend faster than a meteor as it  hurdles through cyber space

I refused to love any man, who dislikes my poetry,
My man must support my passion ..
not only the warmth of my body
but the passion within this poetess, my secretive mind he must be able to balance:
Without wondering why a woman like me is so naturally secretive
I am always embracing the dark side of my creativity
Dropping little hints here and there throughout the years,

Sidney   J. Harris once said something that left pondering thoughts
He said “When he hears somebody sighs,
'Life is hard,' he’s always tempted to ask them, 'Compared to what?'
I would simply say dog-gone it: Compared to struggling poets whose tries to make a living as a writer

While an upcoming rapper like Chief Keef
signed a several-million dollar deal
with offending lyrics in today music industries:

I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing,
With lots of intense emotion bursting through each line:
Because a poem can’t exist without a poet's multiple voices
and most of all his divine missions

my heart aches for things that have not happened,
will not happen,
and will never happen again.