Love, by design, is miraculous
It's purpose is to remove
Any sudden paroxysm of rage
Drawn from the tangled web of emotion
Spun from fear, resentment and despair

Making the pledge of a heart
For a lifetime of loyal dedication
Seems futile, when somewhere down that road
You lose everything you long for
Destroying the fortified souls of angels

It seems so easy for you to walk away
Hide behind your languid affection
While apathetic to my spiritual desire
Completely oblivious to the damage
The black heart you own is doing

Turn back the clock to a time
Before I can remember you
Perhaps, take me in a different direction
Our worlds will not collide
If I never even know you

If all that’s open to me
Is the fear of being exploited
I shall revert to the disconsolate
Bewildered state I'm comfortable with
At least, if it were possible, I could

It's ironic that through these crestfallen years
Cruelly, no one but you can dry my tears

She is the essence of my heartbeat
The oxygen in the air I breathe
I'm missing her here in my life
I'd do anything to see that smile
I'd walk to see her mile for mile

I cannot fight these feelings anymore
She made me believe in love
I cannot wait to see her again
Anything she needs I will get her too
It is an honour to love her as I do

One day, I will have the courage to tell her
Of the joy she brings into my soul
A joy that travels over any mountain
A love that travels any ocean wide
Yet here it stays forlorn in my foolish pride

That way this love won't bring the drama
It remains sweeter than the finest wine
It is my solace since the day she landed
If only she knew, I'd never desert her
If she knew, would sweet love convert her?

The blustery remnants of a cold, dark past
Mar the golden sunshine of true love's find
Here beyond the crescent moon of pity
These secret feelings I harbour alone
Will never find their desired home

It only gets better
not really,
but you grow stronger
each day,
you know you can survive
for little more
than what you had thought before.
and then you end up living
a lot longer.

How can you let go
When the person was never yours
But still lives in you

Inspiration
you fill my mind with visions
and eyes with scenes.
You fill my pen with action
of dancing words.
A playground for a writer to scribe
And reader perhaps to dream.