I need,
And so am found to be wanting,
For the fact of simply not having
My love, my dear, my sweet,
My friend, my heart, and ever lovely
Darling and only. My No.1 queen.
I am ever alone
Who have I to defy this aching
In my soul

Besides you?
It's you who moves me to create
To dance, to pluck strings, to paint,
To act upon my inner desires
And pull out your love-song and satiate
Without pause. To inquire
Your body, heart and mind
And care for them for as long as I
Live.

But without you near I
Have been found wanting
And incomplete.
Impatient to meet
And quench my being
On all that you offer to me
And present you my overflowing
Love that longs only
For thee.

I am so outright
Lonely
Wondering
What keeps me going
Wondering
Who are my real friends
Indeed
I'm thinkin bout if I have any
And
It's quite annoying
Realizing how limited
My list is,
Full of shortcomings
And I fail to comprehend
What exactly it is
That I'm doing wrong.
This thought process irritates
Me no end.

Snow crystals fall on
And grace her thick
Deep-Brown 4b curls,
On her long eyelashes,
Melt on her brown cheeks
And her bitable lush lips,
Thicker and heavier they fall
On her puffy jacket
On her cold hand in my hand
On her boots and small bookbag.
They adorn her like
Tiny stars in the night.
And I photograph the moment
In this poem
To last til the end of time.

Don't go
I can't handle
To cry
When you go
And I stay
My yearning increasing
As the miles between
Quickly turn into
Light-years between
We
Two stars.
I see you and you see me
But our fires, our gravity
They don't quite reach,
So
Again I beseech,
Don't go.

Im sending kisses.
Though miles away
To spite the distance,
That great amount of space
That seems so endless.

I'm sending kisses
To sweeten your dreams
And warm your bed
And bring peace to sleep
In this cold winter night
Where I'm not resting
at your side.

Fire burns hot
And hotter still
But ardent sweet you are
I've never burned
My fingertips against
Your flaming heart.

Sometimes I add too
Much
Sugar so the sweet black liquid
overruns
And my coffee's spilling out the
cup
Dripping down the sides of the
mug
Until I lick up the rolling
droplets'
And pour my cream in-
to the deep-brown liquid
Where it rises to the top
And mixes,
perfect for my palate