Storms may rage,
winds may howl,
the night might grow uneasy,
but of this I am certain,
my heart remains steadfast,
my love unchanging,
my dedication,
commitment, decisions and choices,
speak volumes about my heart,
and to no other would
I give my fragile heart.

Even if the days grow limp and cold,
my heart shall remain the same,
deeply, madly, wonderfully
in love with you,
my dear dearest love.

The heart though it is heavy,
may lift and bubble,
fly and drift to newer heights,
to freedom,
but such freedom
that it is short-lived.

The hearts that were free,
sink and fall,
hastily to the sharp, jagged,
rocks of the deepest crevasse
of shadow and nigh-light.
Breaking upon the night,
with little light.

Here, see the elegant ebb and flow,
of balloons and hearts aglow with passion,
love and care, that they are so delicate,
and full of emotions, which if treated
poorly will burst and fall in sadness,
hurt and pain.

These are the Balloons and hearts,
that ebb and flow to life's,
fair current and nature.

Let us go now my love to dwell forever
beneath the faintest moonlight of summertime,
where nature grows and enlivens hearts forevermore.
Let us go now my love to dwell forever
in natures fair *****, in Ceres cradle let’s
rest and recuperate and let our minds ponder.
Loves garden grown and tended by two
such heartfelt and intertwined lovers,
see them sit ‘neath the willows canopy,
fingers intertwined, gazing at the lands fair
view as the moon drifts lazily
across such wonderful starlit skies.
My love, No such garden is better suited,
than this loves humble garden.

The lovers passionate tryst,
occurred beneath the moons feint reign,
by the reflective ripples of the river,
'neath the shivering oaks leafy canopy,
'ere the land is simple,
'ere the lovers meet.

One such fair maiden
from the highest house of noble,
married to the tyrant,
the slovenly old fool,
Youthful betrothal from a fathers greed.

One noble peasant,
poor, and rugged in appearance,
from the fishers family,
madly in love with the maiden
he abstains from all others
just for her and all his affections
are for her, only her.

So in secret these two meet,
night after night,
where the law has no reign,
where the land is free,
much like their love
in this the lover sacred
secret place.

Get up off your lazy keister,
face the facts,
Life was never intended to be simple,
in fact at times it seems inevitably overwhelming.
You fell for the delusion,
You fell into the trap,
and now it shall be what stings you the most,
Get up off your lazy keisters,
do the work,
push through the hard times,
and change your world.

Hunger throughout the world,
Wars at home and abroad,
Political scandals and childish debate,
Global warming, the truth awaits,
STI's, part-going teens, Alcohol and drugs,
police combatting crime committing thugs.
The world is a mess,
and no one seems to care.

I do,
I care about the famine,
earth and wars,
the scandals and debate,
truth,
disease, frivolity and substances,
crime,
all these things I profess to care about.
Do you?

At the moment when the spear pierced his side,
and Christ had died,
Sins were dragged away, dredged from our hearts,
and taken with him,
for all,
even those who deny.