I hate you,
I feel more passion with these, then the other word.
With the same amount of letters.
The same amount of ink to write down.
They are closely correlated.
Just from different spectrums.
I want you to show me how much you hate me.
Push my body and take control.
Fire up my burning passion of the world.

I love you
Like sun rises and falls,
Without a fail, alive every morning.
The sight is short lived.
And almost always ignored.
The beauties never last for long.
Kisses the clouds hello.
Then disappears to the night.
But fears, if the passion will return.
As long as the earth is still round,
The sky will be lit at dawn.

Maybe that's why I feel more when the words slip out.

You tell me that I don't.
That I couldn't possibly hate you.

But if *I hate you, then I guess I love you too.

I'm a tatty paperback
my covers bent and worn
and all my ink stained pages
are read and roughly torn
there's footnotes in my margins
and typos underlined
and I've been taken out before
but I found it such a bind
my epilogue and prologue
tell so little of my soul
and the ones that misun'stood
have really took their toll
pages torn out to light a fire
that burned so very bright
but only warmed their bodies
for that one forsaken night
my jacket wet with others tears
that lay their hands on me
have left me now in dire need
of love and T L C

I gave you sugar

that will
forever...

taste of salt

Cheer up, my sweetest Sis
Even though we are miles away we are so near
The bonds of love that we give each other
Make us seem so near

Please, my dearest you are my inspiration
So please, I beg you not to cry
And if I could play the harp for you and make
It's songs all sunshine and joy dedicated to YOU I would!

I'm happy now, my sis for
My Dad has been thinking a lot of your Cello
And how it's songs sound so pretty
And I've been thinking of the same

We spoke about your Cello just last night
And how all Cellos sound so pretty
And about Harps and Bassos we spoke
We talked about Trumpets and all kinds of instruments

Spoke about their beauty
And I still wondered how your Cello would sound
But I know it would sound very pretty and sad
Because I've heard Cellos before but none played as beautifully as yours!

That I know! And all I've said about you is true, SWEETEST Sis
And I understand your passion for all animals and can't
Stand when they get hit on the road
I can't stand it either so I can relate

If I could walk with you through fields of flowers,
Walk with you by the sea, pick some hibiscus blooms,
And listen to your Cello songs I would do so

But I feel so sad. . . and I am sickened at what I've done
Just look! I've made my sweetest Sis sad!
Oh, my Sis if only I could dry your tears
So let this poem comfort you, my Love

Please, feel happy
And know this if I could play Harps,
Cellos, Trumpets, Flutes, Violins,
Celestas, Chimes, Bassos, and the rest
I would, to make you happy and smile

What can I do, sweet Sis to make you smile?
If I were to play the Piano would your tears turn to smiles?
If I were to make an Hibicus Crown to grace your head,
Would your tears turn to dew?

If I were to walk with you by the sea would your tears turn to laughter?
What can I do to make you happy, my dearest sweetest Sis?
If I were to take you to Fairyland would you be glad
Instead of sad?

**~Marian~