Green slowly turns to brown
Still warm but you know it’s coming
Short but sweet, don’t leave!

Many a poem speaks of love
Love in its most tempestuous form
But sometimes love is only love
Sometimes love can be the norm

Sometimes love just wears away
And sometimes love just disappears
Sometimes love comes back one day
But sometimes love can last the years

For love is a many-faceted thing
It comes in many guises
It sometimes just explodes from in
And sometimes it just rises

Maybe I will love again
Maybe I will not
For love is always found within
To never be forgot

At the start
Beside myself
Can’t find peace
Don’t get wealth
Even Joy
Flits away
Gone tomorrow
Here today
Inside my arms
Joy found you
Kindles hope
Like dreams come true
My head spins round
Nothing’s through
Opinions differ
People too
Questions raised
Rants and raves
Some complain
To be praised
Undesired
Vile horrific
Wedged within
Xenolithic

Yet with time you’ll soon set free

Zest for life and zest for me

When it comes to affairs of the heart
I never know where I should start

I never know where to begin
I never know when to stand back
I never know when to dive in
I never know when to change tact

It’s not that I've ever been dense
Though I’m probably far too intense

I’m probably too much for most birds
I’m probably not right in the head
I’m probably obsessed with my words
I’m probably too good in bed

I came to you last night in a dream
My soul left my body and drifted away
The scenery went by at speed
Over oceans and mountains and forests and plains

I feared for the worst
I might disappear
But my soul knew the way
I had nothing to fear
I was calm and relaxed, enjoying the ride
I floated in gently to lay at your side

So if only in spirit, in a fashion there's passion
Then just like that, I'm gone, like a ninja assassin

Man can't live on bread alone
Even magic'd from a stone
Jesus Christ said
"Cheese is nice!"
"Once a day or maybe twice"
"And as we're turning stones to bread
We'll make this water a glass of red"
Who'd of thought he'd be so fickle
The 'naughty boy' he conjured pickle

I once ate flan in a pan from a can with a man in a van called Dan then ran!