I dreamt of a kiss,
A brushing of lips,
Your hands against my face,
Mine curled around your waist.
The tug of your smile,
And fingers entwined in hair.
It was over too soon,
And when I opened my eyes,
I hope to see yours staring in mine,
But instead I awoke darkness,
Feet tangled in sheets,
And the whisper of a kiss,
That was all in my head.

You're not alone.
I'm by your side.
In the same way,
You are by mine.
Imagine my embrace,
And my words in your ear.
Feel the soft silence sounds,
Of encouragement.
Wherever you may go,
I will follow.
For as long as you want me,
For as long as you need me,
And even then it won't be so easy,
To rid yourself of this.
This friendship,
This love and quiet devotion.
While you worry if I will hate you,
As if I ever could,
Or if I will leave you,
As if I ever would,
I will stand firmly by your side.
And you firmly by mine.
Your tears are my tears,
Your heartache is mine as well.
I will clasp your hand,
Or pull back you hair,
Do whatever you may ask,
And that which you don't,
So that you will never again,
Feel alone.

I hate French.
The way the letters roll.
And the purring of the sounds,
As they touch my ears.
How there is a word,
For things that cannot be explained.
My feelings put in words,
I cannot comprehend.
                                                                ­            Staring,
Blankly at this new meaning,
Of this new emotion.
Feeling more vague,
And slightly confused,
As the purity of it,
Suddenly feels lost,
                                  missing,

In stupid French.

Say you love me tomorrow,
When the passion has died out,
When my hair is in tangles in knots,
But I don't seem to care.
Or when I stumble out of bed,
And land awkwardly on the floor.
Maybe when I elbow you in the stomach,
And laugh through my nose.
When pick at my peas,
And feed them to the dogs.
Or when I forget to turn off the lights,
And leave my socks under the couch.
When you realize I'm not a lady,
And can swear just like a sailor.
However it maybe,
Just say 'I love you' tomorrow.

Someone find me the ****** table,
I believe I've lost the game.
Is it to late now to fold,
When I've already gone all in?

Can someone tell me the rules,
Or the location of the manual.
Have I gone too far,
Without knowing what I'm doing?

You really are no help,
So I'll be fine in what I'm doing.
But can you spare one more moment,
To show me to the door?