With every moment that passes
My love for you strengthens

It seeps into the smallest cracks
Of my foundations

You are the air I need
In order to breathe
On my own

Such an ace
Such a stud
I feel so lustful
I feel so in love
I feel so beautiful

You touch my soul
And my heart
Like no one else

You affect me more
Than decaying health

Your words weaken me
But not in a bad way
I love you deeply
Like a poet adores
His or her poetry

Like a lovesick fool
Loves the thrill
Of seeking out
The love interest
Which consumes
His or her bitter life

He longed to hold the melons she'd got
And taste the bright red, ripe-red cherries on top
He yearned to reach for her succulent peach

But would it alarm her
To show her too soon
His bent banana
And two little prunes?

Self takes one
Love takes none
Humor takes words
words make puns.
Sunset shows birds
birds make songs
That winds sing along

Sore the winds is a cry
A helpless, faithful cry
to hear it takes one
but cry it takes none
To hurt it might take many
to get hurt it takes plenty
To be happy then
takes none,
To smile through pain,
For momentous gains
A gaze into the world of beauty
and be in the daze of tranquility,
It takes one to make
the world, to intake
All life gives

But it takes none
to go astray
of all the good things
It takes none,
to take it all away

Blood and bones
never leave the adversity,
with which the lifeless tones
spark with melody

Unheard
live demons,
or monsters whatsoever
The chills of summer
and the heat of winter
Might ignite a million suns
Under the skins of humans

Consumes them till they are burnt
or down under earth six feet
Melody drags with no beat
and no such audibility
Only exists under my skin
In my favors and sins

My demons, my angels,
The hexes, the spells
All under or inside us to begin
All lay there, and then
Under our skins