They’re the eyes of acceptance
A warm amber glow
From a side of the person
You’re reluctant to show
You’re the embers of fire
To watch burning slow
You’re the breeze through the night
That comes and then goes
You’re the garden of Eden
The bud of a rose
Vulnerable, you leave me
Completely exposed
But grateful you’ll have me
The one that you chose

I’m distraught but unabashed
My futures in the trash
I wagered every dime I had
All my hard earned cash
I have little to no chance
Of regaining all my cash
So I’ll start again
And be back in a flash
I’ve taken my last stance
On money and romance
So I guess I’ll have to reassess my evil ways

He’s the producer of sin
The maker of lies
That I wouldn’t have believed
If not seen by my eyes
He’s the hoarder of hatred
The one who decides
To punish the others
Just along for the ride
A rebellious rebel
That revels in stride
Not an excuse of envy
That excludes; divides
A wealth of great knowledge
That he never provides
But he’s easily mistaken
As just one of the guys

‪The changing of seasons‬
‪The color of leaves‬
‪Red as the fury‬
‪Of a cold winters breeze‬
‪The change in the weather‬
‪What’s come to be‬
‪Under the shade in the valley ‬
‪Of a lone standing tree‬
‪That grows in directions ‬
‪Wild and free‬
‪And in return
It allows us to breathe‬

‪Just below the treetops‬
‪A nest of jet black crows‬
‪Are nestled in the branches ‬
‪As not to be exposed ‬
‪They’re a metaphor for longing ‬
‪For a connection of some kind‬
‪A slight telepathic notion‬
‪Unlocked by the mind‬
‪Once they are connected ‬
‪Over lengths and lengths of time‬
‪The crows decide to migrate ‬
Just by reading telltale signs

You are my harvest of seeds
That blossom and grow
A budding new flower
To reap and to sow
To put with the others
And make a bouquet
Of multiple colors
An entire array
The scent of the tulips
The red of the rose
Can render my feelings
Completely exposed
From your decadent smile
To your petite little frame
You may have a boyfriend
But can I at least get your name?

I’m consumed by endless worry
I’ve concocted all my lies
That I may stand alone in heavy thought
Away from prying eyes
A true nightmare of epic scale
They’re the things I most despise
But I might be the most concerned
When I’ve been measured up and sized