Perhaps we should look to the
natural sweetness of wildflowers.
They’re beautiful without reason,
blooming each summer, for no one,
yet, their beauty is a truth that has
stood the test of time.

Glass plate, window to the road, the future, caked in red dust and
baked in sunlight, showing nothing but blue skies ahead,

I wish it had only been blue skies ahead.
I’ll never forget that warm summer afternoon when it was you instead of the sunrays beaming through the windshield,
when the air was so hot, we had to roll down the windows,
except, of course, the windshield remained,
and you didn’t.

My dear, you sway with the nervous passion of a thousand
winds.

Tell my why you are so anxious, when you carry their wishes on
your eyelashes?

The sun filtered through the trees and fell on your face in such a way,
it made me almost jealous that it could touch you so freely and I couldn’t.
I looked to the sky and wondered why you weren't mine already.
I'd been by your side for years, through the good and the bad.
I'd stuck around and listened and experienced and I knew you like no other.
So, I can't help but wonder how we got stuck here.
Maybe, I should start tossing my coins into wishing wells instead of rain buckets.
I never really believed in wishing wells, but if it would make you mine, then I'd do it.  
Maybe, it's because there's another you have your heart set on?
Maybe, it’s because you don't want to ruin us.
I don't think you could if you tried.

To lay with my head on your lap, was all I ever really wanted do.                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                 
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­        A place where I can be safe.                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                    A place where I can be warm.      
                                                     ­                                                                 ­                                                  Somewhere I can let every care float away from my mind.

When I am with you, even breathing has a sweetness, to it, that I can't begin to describe.

The scratch
of your beard is like wool on my skin,
welcomed and
warming to the touch.
As itchy as it is, I never want to be
without it.

Nowadays it's all ***, drugs and rock n' roll,
**** *******, get money, and
stack on stacks on stacks, but
what happened to love?
What happened to getting so completely lost and
wrapped up in someone else instead of getting high?
I long for the days when I'll be in someone's arms
for the right reasons and not just the pretty
little thing on their laps.

A cool September day we met, with the rustling of the wind, and the sound of closing car doors.

Now my heart’s desire is to know you more, to be found in you, and to be known as  yours.

I close my eyes again and again, but even so
I cannot get the thought of you lying naked
beneath the moonlight out of my head.
I can’t extinguish the flames burning between my
legs and the desire in my heart.
I can’t part ways with the thought of you giving yourself
wholly and completely to me last night.
You surrendered your soul to me in the darkness
and again, I am hungering for you.
My love, tell me once more, that you are mine and
mine alone, just as I am hopelessly and wonderfully yours.