Lost is the girl
With a sorrowful smile
She waits for her love
A long and weary mile

He stole her heart
Before she'd ever seen
He'd be her king
And she'd be his queen

Though far away
She knows in her heart
A connection between them
Cannot be torn apart

Born to love him
All of her life
She awaits his return
With no grief or strife

Love will draw them near
And will see them to the end
Together they will be
Their distance, time will amend

Forgive me
if I stay too long
or ask too much of you.

I cannot help
being what I am,
lingering
near the feast of  you
like a starving man
over-indulgent
at the table.

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

i never know
which to write
when i sit down
and write to myself

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.