Psychedelic swirls
Twisting and turning my mind
Tell me who I am.

Yes, I can think
Therefore, I am
I can know my being
And you can choose to love me

I am thirty
That was the age
Or thereabouts at least
When Roquentin understood

I'm glad he did
He did me good
Through all his suffering
He made it all much clearer

To understand
My existence
The purpose of my life
My responsibility

For I am free
To love or not
And I love you my friend
As I try to give essence

To this my life
Here upon earth
And try to comprehend
The concept of being free

A ball of the softest gold
Fills up an evening sky
A time when man and woman
Can ask each other why

Emotions are unfettered
There is such scant control
When the heart does yield them
They soon begin to roll

In a way that can't be stopped
By either one involved
If you know why this happens
The puzzle can be solved.

Alone we are
Just you and I
As I point at the flame
That dances in the fire

You hold your head
In both your hands
And seem to lose yourself
In the warmth of that rich glow

Your face is held
Within my gaze
You're everything to me
I wonder if I tempt you

To fall in love
Here this evening
Alone just you and I
Where romance is our fire.

Snowflakes hang in the air
As though suspended
From invisible cords
And they move my hand

To try and write these words
To describe my love
For you and them, who are
So dear and special

They seem to flit around
In a thousand ways
Caught by the tricks of air
To fill me with joy

Like you, my precious girl
So unique and kind
Lovely as a snowflake
Yet perhaps more rare.

If a snowflake does not fall
Here on Christmas Day
Then a Christmas card from you
Will come, I hope, my way

And even if it snows
I'll hold your card - still dear
So send your Christmas card
With all your Christmas cheer.

You are the sunrise
Of a thousand days
And you move my soul
In a thousand ways

I press your picture
Up against my heart
Without your loving
My day cannot start

If you are not here
How I long for you
You fill up my life
Please hear, this is true

As I end this poem
Some say words are cheap
But these ones I mean
My feelings are deep.