I hear the musing of stars;
they burn and crackle
with delightful charm .

*** and love
are not synonyms
I didn't fall in love with you
because you touched me
I fell in love with you
because you made flowers grow
inside of me
when no one else could

h.a

You're  obviously pretty special
I sleep with you every night
All the years I've known you,
We've never gotten in a fight

We spend so much time together,
Like a couple young in love,
But all I seek is rest
From everything I'm tired of

I go to you in need of slight slumber
Or possibly hours of higher number

You're there when I'm mad,
Sad,
Happy,
And even feeling ******

Thanks for being what nobody else could be
And get this in your head;
You mean a lot to me
I'm also talking about my bed

Funny how simple poetry, beautifully unchanged in time. Is met with prose of those with guilt and blame and abandonment and the withdrawal of love or acceptance.

Amazing what a soul sharing simple beauty must pay for the sufferings of those she does not and has never known.

Now that is food for thought and that's to much to think about well, ***** to be....

I want to run to you
and paint you with a mural of
joy and endless smiles

I want to hold you close
and let you listen to the song
only you can make me sing

I want to tell you more
about the wonderful world
that you have made me see

I want you to lean on me
let me tie those strings
that will bind you and me

I want to speak to those lips
and tell them that they deserve
this love, I have reserved

I want to be the strength
that will lift you high up
that never again will you fall down