If from your lips came tenderness
Or sweet poison to my soul
The spell you cast, I'm already under
My heart you've but stole.                    

Though if my lips are sealed
To my neck this poison you offer
It shall flow into my veins so smooth
Reaching my heart there after.

A thief in the night to greet me
With such desires as this
When all the while, it was the thief
Who held the poisoned kiss.

The spell you wish to cast dear thief
Is that which I cannot refuse
For if you stare deep into my soul
I already belong to you.

The mirror reflects the image
The image defaced
A blur, invisible, a mistake

The mirror shows all
All is everything about you
Nothing, little, a coward

The mirror is truth
Truth is what I believe
All, but nothing  from you

The mirror holds your future
Your future is doomed
Flames, screaming, helpless

The mirror allows you one call
One call to whom it counts
Not me, no way, someone else

The mirror breaks before you
You, who is pathetic and low
****, death rot, vanished

The mirror reflects the image
The image now beautiful
For without you, I reflect

Dreams are descending upon me,
Falling deep into a trance,
With these dreams I sleep forever,
Giving up not the perfect chance.
Becoming who I want,
Feeling all that is so good,
Not to worry about emotions aroused,
Because in dreams, we do what we should.
Hearing the rhythm of our heart beats,
Holding tightly, while lips to lips,
Laying me down and caressing my body,
Feeling electrified through my fingertips.
In this moment my life is a dream,
For reality, I beg to become real,
Nothing in this world gives me pleasure,
Like the man in my dreams that I feel.

To make a kind heart
First you will need
Tender loving care
With a pinch of good deeds.
A handful of smiles
A cup of warm love
An ounce of effort
Without substitutes above.
Now together you mix
Until all is blended
This will make kindness
Ever so splendid.
Combine a  half cup trust
With a half cup honesty
By spoon fulls drop
Lots of generosity.
To complete the mixture
Add the main part
To the life of kindness
You must add the heart.

Away at a distance,
Everyday he sets alone,
Leaning up against
A heart that's made of stone.

He reads a book each day,
He often lays to rest,
Does he grieve the loss of love,
Or is life his only test?

Passing by one afternoon,
I turned to him and smiled,
His eyes were filled with sadness
As he spoke, “I'm ok my child.”

Was he feeling lonely,
Or was his heart full of fear
For what was all his heartache,
And why the saddened tears.

Today starts a new day,
The distance is all alone,
No one there to occupy
The heart that's  made of stone.

Did he find his happiness,
Is he at peace within his heart,
Are his sad eyes smiling now,
With his heartache, did he part?

For the books he read each day,
Were not just books you read,
They held photos and memories
of his life that he did grieve.

Now the distance is empty,
But his presence will never be gone,
For his life and his love remain in
The heart that's made of stone.

Each day he carried his memories
Never leaving them alone,
For they lay to rest inside
The heart that's made of stone.

A name appearing before my eyes,
Uncertain of the face it holds,
Through gentle, kind, and loving words,
My heart, this name, unfolds.

Darkened skies, dreary day,
My dreams carry me far away
Into your world, setting me free
No other place I desire to be.

Without a sound of your voice
Though I need not to hear
For from the heart, of the name
Dreams of inspiration did appear.

To dream of such a beautiful soul
To hear thoughts of a glorious mind
Words that flow like the ocean waves
No better place, could I find.

Wondrous and magnificent existence,
The face that holds the name,
Just to know the heart of such,
Has kept me honored, just the same.

Imagine how nice it would be...
Just to sit down next to you
By a fireplace
And  enjoy being close to each other.

I daydream about...
Lying next to you
Entwining my body with yours
Holding each other, for a moment, in silence.

How would it feel...
To place my head upon your chest
Hearing the sound of your heartbeat
As you caress every inch of my silky hair.

I often wonder...
How sweet it would be
To listen to you read to me
As I fall asleep, drifting into dreamland.

Then I ask myself...
Could you be the sound of the rain
The blanket of my warmth
If so, I long to wrap myself in you.