in your eyes
i can see the innocence with which we arrive
the hope we gather as children
and the wisdom we earn from pain
in your eyes
i can see the anger of injustice
the sadness of disappointment
the caution that follows betrayal
in your eyes
i can see the future you're planning
the present you're living
the past you struggle to forget
in your eyes
i can see the love that you offer
the warmth you radiate
the woman i know you shall be

she sped into my life unexpectedly
like a tornado on a summer afternoon
out of nowhere i was swept up
and i struggled to understand where i was
where i was going
and finally, when i could escape i did
and i started for home
only to discover that
home
was amid the swirling winds
the changing landscape
the unpredictable path
and i crave to be swept up once again

walking away
was a good thing to do
but a terrible idea
because now i miss you
and don't know the way home

she was perfect in every way
that a girl is supposed to be perfect
and yet he found that he couldn't love her

Its been a week
And I miss you
I was hoping
I wouldn't miss you
And of course only you
Can fully understand what that means.

you may have thought it was your body i was after
but that was never it
instead it was your mind that drew me closer
your laughter that wrapped me tight
and your passion that made me smile
so, yes, your body is beautiful
but in the end it's your mind
that made my soul
tell my body
to crave yours

i've sat here for minutes
the page is blank
the feelings are real
but i just don't know the words
i write, i erase
a line here
a rhyme there
a feint toward a stanza
a retreat
i try again
probing, testing, stepping back
the right words don't arrive
i don't know if they even exist
i miss you
and that's the most poetic way i can say it