from rain,
should i turn into a storm?
howling like the wind,
making noise,
to get you to hear me?
more raindrops; more tears,
to make you feel
drenched in remorse?
harsher and faster,
much like a hurricane,
to get you to see
how messed up i am?
when i'm stronger
like the storm,
would you love me more?

If I gave you my heart on a big silver platter
would you sit with me here at the edge of the moon
Arranging the stars in a musical pattern
singing along as they whistle their tune

Then could we climb up a peppermint tower
counting each stripe that we touched as we rose
Looking out over the valley in slumber
trying to guess the sweet dreams that they chose

Maybe then sail on an ocean of petals
riding each wave made of marigold leaves
Dropping our anchor just next to the garden
tied to a web that an old spider weaves

Or we might pick up a brush filled with laughter
painting a kite on the chuckling skies
Run with the string as a masterpiece follows
chasing a tail laced with blue butterflies

Kiss in a rainstorm of umbrella whispers
splashing in puddles reflecting your smile
Wake up the sun as it snoozes till lunchtime
rest in the shade holding hands for a while

If I gave you my heart on a big silver platter
showing you life is a beautiful view
Promising all you could ever imagine
would you give me your heart on a big silver platter… too

The moon shrouds herself in darkness
A widows veil upon her face
Wearing the face of mourning
Into my heart she spake

"Do not cry for yourself
I shall cry for you
Do not mourn for the lie
I shall help you find the truth

Close your eyes and listen
You need to seek your peace
You will find it not in people
You shall find it inside thee

Enjoy the life you are given
Forget the pain of past
Open your eyes to new lovers
Your love is not small but vast"

I relish in the wisdom she gives
If only for a time
A meditation of one's soul
Preparing me for my prime

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I read a poem today,
the most beautiful I had ever seen

It spoke of passion and devotion,
tenderness and yearning

Moments spent walking in the rain,
sunny days and picnics for two
Quiet nights by a fire
and Sunday mornings sleeping in

Candlelit dinners, soft music
and making love until dawn

I read a poem today,
the poem was us