When the sky doth pleasure make
The memory of thine smile creeps,
Creeps into mine heart
That is there in which you reside.
Even as the pale moon rises
Your sun never falls.
My love.
My heart.
My sun.
My sky.

I thought about you today,
That simple act which is nothing new
Has become comfortable
You inhabit me
Though you know not
You that which I think of
Not with purpose nor meaning
I but do
As I lay trying to sleep
Thoughts of you rise as they always do
I do not think a night has past in which you do not appear in my thoughts
In my dreams
Do you haunt me specter of my heart?
Stalk me to devour the remnants of my beating chest?
You senseless thief
Why do you taunt me so
You have already stolen my heart
Do you wish it dead too?
What a cruel hand fortune hath dealt me
To throw my heart at uncaring feet
And voice at uncaring ears
Never the less
Bleeding and broken
My heart thought of you today
Of your smile and lips
Your eyes, your hands
Why does your scent linger so
Why are memories of you the only things I remember
Why can I count the days since I've seen you and nothing else
You have cursed me
You have blessed me
I but want to sleep
Without dreams of you
Not forever, but one night
Or two
Curse or no I cannot live without you.

Why do I love you?
A man who does not love me?
Cannot love me?
Will not love me?
Am I that hard to love?
Or that easy to hate?
Why do I love you, a man that does not love me?
Loving you for so long,
not blind like poems say,
I saw, I saw,
The way you’d look at me,
Not with love, no,
Not like how I looked at you.
I see your good and love you more.
I see your bad and love you more.
I see you and love you.
You see me.
With my eyes upon you,
knowing, knowing,
How deep my gaze is,
How I love you,
Knowing, knowing,
How I knew you did not.
Why do I love you, a man who does not love me?
Why do you not love me, a woman who loves you?
I do not regret loving you,
Nor the feel of your fingertips across my skin,
Nor your voice in my ears.
I do not regret loving you,
Nor knowing the sent of your hair,
Nor the memory of your hand encompassing mine.
I do not regret,
I do not regret,
The pain that I feel,
Nor that the merest thought of you that makes me smile.
I do not regret.
I do not regret.
I do not regret.
Oh how lovers lie.
To regret would mean that I wish,
I wish,
what happened between us should not of happened,
That I would wish,
Wish,
for the memories to fade and disappear.
Now that would be a lie.
Oh to forget this scar upon my heart would be a wound worse than it ever was.
I will bear with its pain using the memories of you to dull it,
Using the love I still feel for you to heal it,
Heal it so one day you will just be a tale to tell of this pale scar upon my heart.
But for now you are fresh and alive in my heart,
And in my heart you will never leave.
I love you a man who does not love me.
I love you, not blindly like the poems say.
I love you man that I love.
I love you all the same.