Is it real to look at someone and just visualize hearts floating around them, or light up like a Christmas tree whenever they touch you.

Is it real to melt in their hands when arms are wrapped around you, or the tingling sensation when someone's voice caresses ur ear.

Is it real to laugh like the cutest child in the world whenever their stare gets to intense, or For ur toes to curl when the loving is to good..



  Is it real? L<3ve

Just me and you, no-one else sees sparks in our eyes. feeling is so radiant, our rays is touching the sky.. as soon as we decide to really show our love for eachother, their are always intruders trying to bother; With thier filthy looks of hatred desire, i sometimes think they wish we would just die in fire. Why so much hate? We would never know, we should of kept it between us stayed  on the low...
     Intruders are disrespectful beings, never caring about feelings; changing by the season's realizing they dont have much meaning. So they come up with a plan scheming, i guess that's thier only thing to believe in. Ruining our lovely passion. Or shall i say trying to ruin our lovely passion, with dishonest rumors that me and you know are not true; so we just laugh go for the ride and stick it through..
Intruders vs us thats a debate between the majority population, I just know our intruders was put on regulation..

Dear old love,
You were my only true love, so close and dear to my heart love; our happy days was filled with joy love... we were tangled with eachother like a knot on a string love,
We danced with so much melody like chimes blowing through the wind love.
In between the bed sheets i was ur queen and you were my king love, love love love i could of never gotten enough of.

Between you and me their was an invisible lining thinking up love, one that caused us to cry at night and hold our pillows tight love; making you disappear completely out of site love. Making me realize things was not going right love.
                  The difference between the beginning of us to the end love, is that our beginning was the color red then faded to black love.. i wish that things turned out different between us love, but then again everything happens for a reason love. I will never forget you for the reason that you were my first love, but years go by wounds heal keeping in mind that my heart is big enough to accept a new love.


The difference between you and me love...

She lives for the mornings
when all is beginnings
She lives for the evenings
when all is endings

She slogs through her
days
dazed
and
numb
no words rhyme
no lover comes,
her morning songs are sung
in baptismal
daily showers,
her dreams are
strewn in patterns
on curtains
in warm night winds blowing,
she sings again when the
nightbirds
sing.

Her mornings are
hopeful
Her nights are
resolved
Her games are
played at noon.

If she looks you straight in the
eyes
you'll know too soon,
She knows everything about you.

Her words will
come when they are ready,
Her beginnings are short
Her endings are long
like the night

Lady of the morning
Lady of the night
I will be beside you
when you finally decide
to take flight.

Light and darkness
while in her day
she pretends
as
she moves along
in
her own way.