With this string
I do tie
your world
to mine
With this ring
I promise you
will be mine
With this ring
I engage
your world
to mine
With this ring
I am marrying you
With my heart
I will always love you.
                     By Connie Hopkins

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Must we go on like this?
no embrace, no kiss?
must we fight once more?
when will you walk out the door?
Leaving me and love behind
with someone else for me to find
can't we reconcile the past
and rescue out lost love at last?
Must we go on like this?
ignoring things that once we missed?
passing each other in silence
all that's left is violence.
First the slap, then the push
no more beating round the bush
leaves a sad and tragic ending
that is way past mending.
Must we go on like this?
what happened to the marriage bliss?
I sit and ponder, think and muse
the day it all went down the tubes.

My mind drifts at the thought of what it would feel like
To share your blanket with you;
Letting words cover me head to toe with your many layers.

Hidden pockets of warm down filling,
I’d get lost there forever if you’d promise to never let go...

Time, it's flying like a freight train.
No need for tracks, it continues running.
Rocketing forward, flashing by.
It continues on and on.
We can't stop it, even for a second.
It’s unstoppable yet undefined.
No matter how much we try,
It continues on.
Time.

We are like two stones
That came together
And made a fire
Burning everything
But ourselves.