It is poetry
It is poetry of a love
A love desired
A love that was once

Now it is a love triangle
A triangle of love that cannot be
A triangle of love that once was all
Now that love is just words reaching
Reaching for what was, but cannot be

Should you read my the words
You will know it is I
For you knows my words
It is now just a triangle of love

For we both have moved on
Now it is a triangle of love,
memories, and desire
A triangle of love because we've  chosen different paths

Now they are words, poetry, of desire of what could have been
Now they are words from the heart

Love is so special and sometimes you don't realize it until it's to late
Now they are just words of poetry from the heart for you and all to read

its all too beautiful-
to be able to stand--

up and sing from my heart-
all I can do is say
I love-
I love
and I hope to love some more

Please God

Caution! If love hurts you are doing it wrong.

before I run out of falling space I just wanted to tell you that it wasn't your fault.

sitting in the sun,
with double-shot latte,
cooling in my hand.

i watch, a gangling youth, barely yet, a man.
fold his heart,
into a paperboat
and set it sail,
on the sea of  love.

destined for a young
maiden's land.....

he sails forth,
on the winds of hope
and mooning, soulful  looks.

she oblivious,
to his approach.
engrossed, in the book
at hand....

will they meet...
their hearts entwine,
will fates allow...
this sea of love is large...
will they love...
this, i will not, ever know.
...they, are not students of mine..

just two,
of  several thousand,
...that sit in the sun and dream...

but that moment,
when he...launched
his ship of hope
and lust...of the wanting,
youthful kind...
....o, my lord... that look....
love caught...in the,
totality, of it's prime.