If there is anything
That I could promise you
It would be my love
Until my days are through

Until you feel my breath
Leave my dying chest
The love I have for you
Would be the last thing left

And then when
I am dead and gone
I will have the wind
To carry my love on

To gently toss your hair
Plant kisses on your cheek
To let you know my dear
The wind is a caress from me

Pick me up and read me
You find the title intriguing
Stroll your fingers down my spine
As you anticipate what you will find
Gently you open me up
Caress the pages of my book
You start to skim right through me
Then find you're lost
Knowing you must truly read me
Starting again from the begining
You take in all the yearning
Slowly, methodical you read
Knowing you should stop
But larger to learn is the need
Then you come across an empty page
The story is not over you sense
You begin to feel dismayed
Out of nowhere there is a pen
You start a new chapter*
*You let yourself in....

Love is like the rose
Beautiful, lush, fragrant
Yet forestalls it
Of being plucked
From the thorns
Of our own creation