If I was ten years younger
I'd show you a thing or three!

I was only seventeen
She was at least twenty years older than me.

But I was in the mood for her knowledge
and she taught with style and grace.

And thinking back, even now
it puts a smile on my face.

I loved her through the summer
It ended in the fall.

And I never told a soul.
She was married after all.

I heard the other day
that she had passed away.

So I visited her one last time
and discreetly
I placed a rose upon her grave.

I thanked her for the lessons learned
and all the love she gave.

Romantic adventures
are not moments to treasure,
The thrill of the chase no longer moves me.

Catch and release,
fish stories of fantasy.
Always Pining the one that got away.

Trophies on a wall,
I swear I had them all,
but tell me where are they today?

The thrill of the chase no longer moves me.
Give me a hand to hold,
a love that will soothe me.

Moments made and treasured,
through passing years.

Not just memories of glories, 
that quickly fade away.

She's so **** cute!
It's hard to believe,
this perfect girl could ever see,
even the least little something in a guy like me.

Introverted and shy, just an average guy,
who's somewhat daft with a pen.

Plying rhythmic schemes
on this girl of my dreams,
hoping somehow to win.  

To win her favor
to hold her hand,
to kiss her lips so fair.

Really, could my words touch her heart?
Will she even care?

Every Poets torment,
every Poets despair
That the desires of his heart
should fall on deaf ears.

But occasionally he is heard
sometimes she even clings on every word
and falls just as deeply as he.

And that my friends is why
this Joe Average guy,
learned to pour his heart out in poetry.

Empty your pockets before
you tell me your lies.

Because pockets hold guns,
money, and keys,
and 1000 other things you don't want me to see.

In the beginning we were naked
with nothing to hide.

We walked through this garden side by side.

But now silk robes and deep pockets
complete your disguise.

So empty your pockets 
before you speak to me,
I demand proof
that there's nothing to see!

In fact don't even bother to speak.

I refuse to believe, 
until you've shown yourself to be
every bit as naked
as you've forced me to be!

The moon rises high into the night.
Casting reflections across the rain soaked streets.

Images of you walking away is all I see.

I chase you through the ripples,
disappearing beneath my feet.

I chase you through the dawn
until your reflection is just gone.

And through tears I wonder,
Will you ever return to me?

Or will your reflection
haunt me forever,
within my memories.