I sing to you this lullaby
I sing to you this love of mine Rocking you so sweetly Holding you so gently Caressing your head in my hands As you and the sandman dance Kiss your head goodnight Close the doors, they'll be no fright I sing to you this lullaby I sing to you this love of mine
I'm sorry my words
fall clumsily from my mouth like kicking rocks on pavement I don't know where they will land. On the nerves, in your back, in your head, on your heart. They cut, scarring the connection that mends the distance between us. Let me touch you and heal the scars I made with my rocks that build up the wall I keep guarded by one thousand soldiers. Let me touch you to heal how your touch made my scars fade. You've defeated the soldiers but I keep kicking rocks. I'm sorry my feet find rocks to kick. I look up and become unaware of the road I am on. Please don't let this road have a dead end.
wrote this a while ago and finally found it after losing it
I want to climb mountains with you,
ride roller coasters, travel across the world, and swim in the ocean. But I think what excites me the most are the mundane things like riding the subway, standing in line, and even sitting on rocks. Even in silence, your presence brings comfort and ease and always a bit of excitement.
You don’t need to do anything to be loved.
When you’re young you learn how to do a lot of new things like how to ride a bike, or how to swim. Some of them are difficult at first but then they get easier. Some of these things come to you naturally. You excel at them and learn how to get better. You are the latter. Loving you is easy. Not the type of easy where it’s quick to lose interest, but the type where I’m surprised so many times throughout the day by just how easy you make it on me. I expect the worst and you give me the opposite. You continually show me that loving doesn’t have to be an uphill battle, but can simply be.
Wouldn't it be wonderful,
to take a trip back in time, not to see how the people lived, but to see beauty that has now faded. I wish to see the stars, like millions of windows allowing a glimpse at heaven, without the drapery of artificial light. Forests bountiful and streams clear as crystal, wouldn't in be such a sight to see
She was honey,
she moved slowly towards me, filling me with anticipation, awaiting for her gentle touch. Her sweet smell, intoxicating. A product of feminine natural beauty I long for a taste of her euphoric nectar.
The purest thing
is the words, "I love you", punctuated without expectation.