Blow of Mercy...
Hands reaching for their match
Feet slowly moving forward
And two separate beings
Melding perfectly into one
with a strike of purification
Dagger strikes and she blurs
The only words needed
Across the expanse of repel
That wipes all magical resistance
Swirling in a jungle of darkness
Feeling as though her awkwardness
His complete shyness are gone
Replaced with Degen aura slow and her blurity
Letting herself be free from every in-comings
Releasing the Blow of Mercy and simply
Existing in that moment
Revealing in each strike and critical blood shots
Losing herself with his Guardian of Angel
And feeling that battle rages
Of being much merciful
Where she feel beautiful
with 5 more to go......

Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time

Eye of bat and bowels of mice
Mixed into a cauldron cold as ice
Claw of rabbit, tooth of goat
Stir with a tale of a smelly stoat

Add two pints of stale perfume
Two rats whiskers and an ounce of misfortune
Ignite the mixture with a match
And burn it down to blackened ash

Gather the ashes and grind to powder
Add some Arsenic to make a chowder
Invite your enemies round for luncheon
No need to bludgeon with a truncheon

Sit back and watch the final show
Love your friends and **** all foe
This witches brew should do the trick
If they don't die they'll all be sick

promise you an endless love
that will never change
My love to you will always exist
to comfort you through the hard times

I promise you an endless love
that will support you
All through the long way

My love to you is like the sun
that will bright all your life
And warm you through the cold nights
My arms will always be open
to hold you very tight

My Love to you is not like the wind
that blows and soon goes away
My love to you is like the air
that surrounds you from everywhere

My life is like a candle in your hand
to light your life
When you are afraid of the darkness
And blows it off when you are safe
this candle will always light your way
Untill it melts away

Remember
that there is a heart that will beat
for you forever
Only you.. no one else

persistent as a ubiquitous urchin
charmingly offering promises
disguised as roses in her tiny hand

depriving as inanimate loveliness
pinned for posterity under glass
posing as a butterfly's fragile elegance

precious as tears welling involuntarily
in a singular moment of transient truth
when a beauty is fully comprehended

…such is the desperation of time