It's sad one word can cause so much trouble,
just three letters.

You say it; it's a cuss word.
You think about it; shame on you.
You do it by force; you go to jail.
You watch it; you're a pervert.
You do it to yourself; oh my gosh, ew!!

One word that floats around in everyones mind.
Three letters combined can cause a disaster.

Do it wrong; you're a mommy or a daddy.
Do it right; it never ends.

It can be beautiful.
Or it can be a tragedy.

what is life?
what could it possibly be?
your version may be
different to mine
a version based
on our journey
through love, happiness
joys,sorrows
trials,tribulation

All this guiding
us to form our own
self constructed definition

what is life?
what could it possibly be?
a blend of flavors
sometimes sweet
sour at times
bitter , tangy
salty.. divine..

what is life?
what could it possibly be?
knowing thyself
knowing others
knowing the universal values
knowing our strengths
our weaknesses
knowing the Creator


what is life?
what could it possibly be?
a seed germinating
a hope
a journey
enrichment
people of all shapes
all races all kinds
a sparrow perched
different sounds-voices, noises  
silence
a snow clad valley

what is life?
what could it possibly be?
is it a helping hand
a smile
a kind word
a never dying spirit

what is life?
what could it possibly be?

Oh, no i didn't sit to write poetry
but those gushing feelings inside me
just wanted a way out.

This is no poem
nothing fictional
I mean,
but just to say
in total honesty,
i love you!
Writing the 'i' in smaller case
for
the straight line is you and me
uniting in the dot,
that is like
love in full circle.

This is no poem
its just to say
i love you,
you see.

Hey, don't tell me I have low self esteem because I point out my flaws of self-importance and vanity. I'm just being self-aware. You don't know me.

Your love is like a forbidden fruit at the top of a tree;
I could strive for the juicy apple,
reaching out; standing on the tips of my toes,
stretching my body as far as it could go,
only to have my straining fingers graze the bottom of the redden fruit,
for it to slip out of my starving hands.

A love like yours. Girl, it's too good to be true.