I miss the quiet of unrequited love;
Quaint love that wasn't quite love,
Less like love and more of lust.
Just trust in faith, trust, and pixie dust
To guide your hand to this wonderous Wonderland,
A Neverland you'll never have
Where the only truth is fixation on imagination.
Sensual sensation and internal infatuation
In combination with pain and frustration of waiting for nothing;
I hate it.
But I love it, I laud it, applaud it,
The freedom, the fleeting feeling of being love drunk till kingdom come.
The beating drum of a beating heart that will be beaten down but will come around,
For in the game of love for two where only a single player plays,
There is no winner in the end, the joy comes from the chase.

The flash of light came so suddenly.
You illuminated the stormy sky,
And for a second
The black clouds disappeared,
Replaced by a blanket of white;
You were the spark that lit my life,
And in that moment I could see.
But then, my vision cleared,
No longer dazed and blinded.
You struck me,
You left me paralyzed.
Was I that careless
To leave myself out in the open?
Or was I that fragile
That I was left shocked and broken?
You left as quick as you came,
Only leaving your deafening message,
Each word painful to hear.
Staring at the amorphous darkness,
Raindrops and tears fell in unison;
I was alone again in the rain.

O' North and shining star alight,
In darkest night, you point the way
Towards your most resplendent sight.
I will not stray in storm or sea,
For heaven will be guiding me
To flee, to fight, to live another day.

Why do I write? For her alone?
To let the field be wintered snow?
To leave the love to thrive and grow?
Or reap the yield of love once sown?

We carve our names on apple trees
Because I write for us, not me;
These poems then are what can be
The garden where we plant our seeds.

You're nothing special,
Nothing extravagant,
Nothing like a star
Or a tranquil forest.
I can never have those things.
You're as simple as a chair;
You keep me up
When the world brings me down

Sublime splendor, my celeste;
Oh, the beat that strikes my chest.
At night I wonder 'bout your day
And if you think of me that way
'Cause when I think of you my dear,
I grin wide from ear to ear,
For your beauty's measured more
Than diamonds and riches galore.
So my dear, it makes me grieve
That I can never quite achieve
Your love; I look on from afar
At my twinkling little star.