Approaches with adoration:
Beckoning benevolent beauty being blessed
Countlessly with contouring cryptic          cuteness.
Dazzling, distracting, divine.
Elegance that will endure
forever.
Grateful for the gracefulness and
Heartfelt feelings.
Impetuously invoked by each other,yet  
Joyfully jump starting and
Keenly kicking off
Lasting Luck for two.

I will be envious of the snowflakes
that fall to kiss your skin.
For they are nearer than my lips have been.
  Oh, I am Envious of snowflakes.

I will be envious of the sunlight
that is warmed by your embrace.
For if I could only see your face.
  Oh yes, I am Envious of sunlight.

I will be envious of the days I don’t get with you,
envious of the nights too.
Truly, I am envious of the days and nights not spent with you.

So as sand slips through hands
You slip through mine.

It is hope that I have and hope that I will hold.
                                    
So as I go through another day untold,

I will be envious of the time that will unfold.
                                                 Time without us
Oh, and so another day:
   Another day of Envy.

In this darkness I hear a shallow voice
A cold voice
Fever stricken by this cool chill
I will not respond.
My moving legs I depend on
The poison of this tongue courses through me
I will not respond.
Stalking and lurking the predator or prey
Moving now I must go, for looking back I will not know
To the door now I see,
Closer,
Closer now,
In this darkness I hear a shallow voice
I will not respond.

The safety felt wrapped in arms
Arms, entwined as a ripe wild grape vine around the body of a strong oak
Lying in the sheets of a cool summer breeze
Body kissed tan by the sun
And cheek bones like a marsh rose
The most perfect July sunset could not do this beauty justice.
With hair that flows like a brisk autumn breeze through bronze autumn leaves
Sugar maple red lips sweeter then thanksgiving pie
Feelings strong like the tallest tree
Feelings stronger when with thee.
Fingers tracing thy beautiful body like ice skates that figure eight
around and around
A smile that could brighten even the darkest days of winter
And twinkling eyes like stars in a clear December sky.
Bright fresh feelings of spring sprout with every meeting
wildflower fields could not compete with such elegance
An Apple blossom beauty, with water Lilly grace.
Her beauty is like four seasons.

Washed by the wave of uncertainty
Are lost words of love written in the sands of time
I hoped to have the words to say
To get back to where we were one day
But thorns for lips seem to hold me back.

The whispering words of patience come sweeping by
Moon lit low tide extends with relief
Soon overcome with belief
With glimmers of hope from the past
So Perhaps the words of love in the sand will last

Again and again words are washed by a wave
Yet with some luck there can be to save
So lay in the sand there is a chance
That with some hope there is still romance.

Is lasting love merely an ambiguous disguise?
Is a goodnight kiss a shroud of hope?
Does the unknowing ever really want to confront the truth?

With out her-
Yearn,
my day has been long-It's been rough.
For I am yet to travel happily beyond. Imagine her showing:
It is this one I will always be knowing.
I have not seen her for some time.
I have worked my day through and earned the pay,
yet try as I may I can not sleep--

For falling asleep with out saying goodnight would be unbearable.
So at the days end finally resting I say:
Goodnight, sleep tight... I can't wait to see you in the morning light.

Fire life and death
Surviving yet not thriving
Believe in rescue

To Love and to hate
To admire and to despise.
They may appear different
They are really the same
Because It seems to many just a game.
why does one hate what there is to love?
Yet why does one love what there is to hate?
to admire what some despise, and despise what some admire.
A paradoxical spiral of no right answer.
Truth is the key so just let it be.

I never thought I’d have trouble
Finding the words to say
Yet, here I am and try as a I may
I’m still having a hard time feeling this way
So each day I write to convey
That I hope you will decide to stay

Through the shroud of rain
That hopefully hid the pain
I hid my heart that I felt was slain
So I kept a guarded heart for so long
And if I could I would sing a song

But I can’t so now I write
And for the first time I think I’ll fight
Because this just feels right