I told myself a new entry would break
the wall between where I am and can be,
yet reason's gone and what is left to take
is none other than the beat that drives me.
Two years since our last flame quickly burned out
and here we are: with the same laughs and gaze,
that captured our wants but drove our own doubt,
which strengthened the air to blow out the blaze.
I know I can be the one to restore
your faith in trust, truth and undying love.
By distancing yourself from times before
we can share something to us undreamt of.
No other words spoken can be more true
than what I  have shared each and every day
I spent in bliss and utter joy with you,
which in turn made you too feel the same way.
Don't say you can look past all your smiles
without knowing I've moved and touched your heart.
My honesty in all shapes and styles
should be enough for amity to start.

No parting is complete without this,
a final address to my past muse.
After all the time we spent in bliss,
you sought the end with hard words to bruise.
To think I would never write these lines;
We said old age would see our care grow.
Is only second to frost my spine:
my loving acts which others won't know.
Your gaze offered no more truth than lies
you conceived to hide what we once had,
more than enough to bring this demise,
only worsened by your heart unsad.
You left me with no remorse, just hate,
the words you spoke revealed that clearly.
The trouble endured not worth the wait,
The promises you made so dearly.
Of summer plans, hand in hand, eyes locked,
all no truer than your care for me.
To think of all the times cruelly mocked
by your excuses to make me flee.
You hid our love from all ears and eyes,
we shared an act of such care, as one.
Yet nothing's known from continued lies
as I end my thoughts: with you, I'm done.

Yet dreams tease me with scenes I wished for,
despite anger I still care for you...
my first true love, love unfelt before,
which prompted these four lines to construe.

Life has become something more with you.
All day the sole, constant thought in mind,
Understandingly, is care renewed;
Rainy days gone and the stars aligned.
Every second with you is perfect,
Never wanting to leave, say goodbye.
Being with you brings this great effect,
Racing my heart and tearing my eye.
Under each night you will cross my dreams;
Daylight passing finds my mind there too,
Effort is easy, my smile beams,
Raising my heightened feelings for you.

Silence, the sound of thoughts profound
echoes stillness throughout the air.
To not know where my mind is bound
is uneasiness I can't bear.
Compression of a thousand thoughts
reverberate, but cannot sound
outside of mind, in peace not sought,
but in feelings feared, I have found.

Silence, the sound of thoughts profound
does not echo inside today.
It is not present to astound
myself in complicated ways.
The absence of these thousand thoughts
marks healing of a thousand deaths.
The inflictor knows these wounds brought,
yet I welcome how old times left..

Nearly two years inked in ages
see a return to my pen's ways,
engraved in meaning past pages
of methods to sing or pass days.
In sadness I see major truth,
of misery and how it reigned
in hours that had stolen youth,
replaced intent and on it, rained.
I do not mean to wrench pity,
nor claim my ways worse than others.
I seek to reflect my city
destructing by my past lovers.
Pure intent surfaced all action
for every heart I vowed to sway.
Each attempt prompted reaction,
that ended in love burned away.
I sit here with a chance to change
role of my altruistic heart,
and appropriately arrange
my vowels unbroken from the start.
But what good would come to transform
the very ways I take pride in?
To know sunshine precedes each storm
and prompted love reveals no sin.

As you spend this day playing your heart
I thought I'd do the same in writing.
And what better place for me to start,
than of you, a theme so inviting.
Your sincere words from the other night
moved me to a joy unfelt in days,
and that goodnight prompted you to write
the word of action after our gaze.
Our talk after was one of old times,
when we cursed the time between each kiss.
I had wished for more entries to rhyme,
as those hours are what I most miss.
And to know you longed for those times too
rendered the usual action from me,
the same bright smile from seeing you,
under the same feeling of pure glee.
But with this joy comes more thoughts of mine,
two in mind I would like to address.
Whatever the answers, you'll still shine,
more elegantly worded, fluoresce.
But the time for these words are not now,
I had only wanted you to know:
With the words comprised of your sweet vow,
I give this - thanks through a kiss I blow.

I know that only a month has passed
since your lips have met mine with such care,
but each soft kiss seems to only last
those few seconds, and that's hard to bear.
You are the girl who has changed my days
from wishing to having, so quickly.
Your smile that I've given such praise
is the definition of beauty.
Your eyes, the mirrors of my smile,
are the purest brown I've ever seen.
You catch me gazing, all the while
I think of how much to me, you mean.
No feeling on earth can match the one
we get when we're alone together.
Your radiance rivals just the sun,
and like the sun, will last forever.
I know at times it's hard to sit there
working, while others have less to do.
You know as well as I it's not fair,
but you also know it's worth it too.
I patiently await the day when
You're here to softly kiss, gently hold,
and forget about how long it's been,
as our bodies touch, no longer cold.