Another angel flown,
Joined Heavens chorus,
In the 27 Club,
Whose life touched all of us.

Another angel made,
Her face in the clouds,
In the 27 Club,
She entertains the crowds.

Another angel born,
Taken from the Earth,
In the 27 Club,
She never saw her worth.

Dedicated to the talented Amy Winehouse who departed this world at the tender age of 27. You will be sorely missed

Awe,
Joy,
Peace and love,
Kiss,
Touch,
From above.

I love you.

Sweet,
Kind,
Heart and soul,
Hold,
Warmth,
I am whole.

I love you.

Giving it all up to you,
Was easy,
Taking it all back inside,
Is so hard to do.

More distance and space,
Created a void,
I'm missing your face,
Feeling so destroyed.

Giving my love to your heart,
Was easy,
Taking it back for your mind,
Is so hard to start.

Less touching and heat,
Created a pain,
Fallen off my feet,
Crying in the rain.

Too much water has passed,
Under too many bridges,
To break my heart by loving you again.

Too much water has washed,
Upon too many beaches,
To hurt myself by trusting you again.

Too much water has flowed,
Into too many plug holes,
To lose my soul by seeing you again.

Too much water has passed,
Under too many bridges,
To break my heart by wanting you again.

He doesn't know,
Or doesn't care,
About how much i desire,
I want,
I need his embrace,
Like a window requires its lace.

I'm the window,
I am the glass,
Nakedly exposed to sun,
Honest,
Truthful and lustful,
Like a fool waiting for the fall.

Looking forward to Friday,
That is when we next shall meet,
In a café or at a movie,
In my mind or on the street.

Looking forward to Monday,
That is when we next shall hold,
In an embrace or in a muddle,
In my home far from the cold.

Sweet remembrances,
Subtle thoughts i recall,
Of your hands and fingernails,
Your smile and witty tongue,
Wishing that you were by my side,
Tonight and every night,
Instead of laying in a grave,
In the dark; far from sight.