my heart feels
the
yearning of the pines
and
the
calling of
the
Shepard blue sky
at the crack of dawn

One light in my bedroom, a soft, gentle hum,
Cast a warm, honeyed glow, chasing shadows dumb.
Not harsh overhead, but a pool at my side,
Inviting a book, or a thought to confide.

The night holds its vastness, a canvas so deep,
But this little beacon, my solace to keep.
It flickers and dances, a friend in the dark,
Guiding my dreams as they rise like a spark.

In this quiet haven, bathed in golden light,
I find inspiration, to hold me through the night.
One light in my bedroom, a sanctuary made,
Where comfort and wonder, in gentle light, pervade.
Just one light in my bedroom

Love, listen closely, not just to the spoken,
But the silent whispers, the feelings unspoken.
The sigh in the evening, a tear on the cheek,
The space held between words, the things we can't speak.

Hear the rhythm of hearts, in a hand gently placed,
The comfort of silence, a fear gently erased.
In the space between breaths, a love undenied,
A language of glances, where spirits confide.

For love's truest message, transcends spoken sound,
In the depths of emotions, a connection is found.
So listen intently, with openness vast,
Love's whispers are precious, a treasure to last.
Love listen closely

when
the soul is all alone
death creeps in
like an angry stork
before
the
storm

Don't rush love's unfolding, a story untold,
Let feelings take root, 'neath patience of gold.
Like seeds in the darkness, for sunlight, they wait,
Love's blossom unfolds, in its perfect state.

Embrace the first tendrils, a shy, sweet hello,
Gentle discoveries, as emotions all grow.
Shared laughter and secrets, in whispers, confide,
A tapestry woven, where two souls reside.

For love's journey is precious, each step to explore,
The laughter and tears are what hearts yearn for.
So cherish the moments, let passion ignite,
Don't hurry the journey, in love's gentle light.

Love rushed from his heart, a relentless tide,
Swept him off balance, nowhere to hide.
A hurricane force, a drumming in his chest,
A yearning he couldn't suppress or arrest.

Was it her laughter, a melody bright?
Or a glance that ignited his spirit's light?
The world seemed to shimmer, bathed in a new sheen,
Love's wildfire blazed, a passionate scene.

Fear whispered caution, a voice ever shrewd,
But love's relentless current carried him through.
For in that wild rush, a truth came to view,
Love's a force to embrace, daring, and true.

Love brings me shield and sword, a curious blend,
A haven of comfort, a fierce, loyal friend.
The shield, a warm bulwark, from worries that creep,
Your arms wrapped around me, a solace to keep.

The sword, a defender, from shadows that loom,
A strength I find in you, dispelling the gloom.
For love isn't weakness, though gentle it seems,
But a courage that roars, in passionate dreams.

Together we stand, against life's cruel tide,
Your shield by my side, my sword at your side.
Love's armor protects us, a fortress so strong,
Where tenderness thrives, and battles belong.