I offer you nothing...


but my words


and

my heart.

How often
have I wished
upon
a
late night plane

.

)
(
)
If
you
were a
candle...
then  your
sweet lips
would be
the flame
that burned me.

Within the bed of embers
lays the heat
of passion

Wet and miserable
both myself
and the unrelenting
wintry weather

Would that I could dream
I could picture
nothing
quite as  beautiful than you
no flower
with thy bloom
nor scent
it's caress against my hand
would seem so rough
compared
with thine one sweet hand
no bird song
nor babbling brook
could seemingly replace
the gentleness of your laughter
for tis the very essence
of my every
waking thought
like a sensual lullabye
no tree swaying in the breeze
could dare to match thy matchless grace
for your every movement
like the shimmering heat of the summer sun
playing light upon the watchers eyes
if I could but dream I should never dream
such beauty such as you

She looked like the joker
after some
very serious

kissing