Like a willow, love bends with each breeze,
Swaying and yielding, yet planted with ease.
Strong roots hold firm, though branches may roam,
Forever entwined, a love finds its home.

Wind whispers secrets, a language untold,
Love dances and listens, brave, patient, and bold.
Through sunshine and storm, it gracefully yields,
A love that endures in life's open fields.
I am sure and still are
Yes, love is a willow in the wind

Neither one of us shall bleed, love's not a cruel knife,
A dance where we wound not, a shared, gentle life.
Honesty's compass, a path clear and true,
Respect is the shield, protecting me and you.

Kindness, a language, in actions it speaks,
Understanding whispers, where silence oft squeaks.
Compromise bridges, where differences meet,
A tapestry woven, a love warm and sweet.

For love's tender touch, soothes and heals all scars,
No weapons or battles, beneath love's gentle stars.
We'll face life together, a united front,
Neither one of us shall bleed, love's a safe, sacred hunt.

Love shall let the light back in, where shadows reside,
A gentle persuasion, a warmth to confide.
Hearts once closed tightly, in fear's icy hold,
Will soften and open, a story unfolds.

Like sunlight in winter, love melts the despair,
Melting the frost, with a love beyond compare.
Tears that once lingered, like crystals so cold,
It will transform into laughter, a story untold.

For love's gentle presence, a beacon so bright,
It chases away the darkness and brings back the light.
In the space, it creates, a haven so kind,
Love lets the light back in, healing the mind.

When love opens the heart, a fortress once strong,
Cracks in the armor, where vulnerability throngs.
No longer a castle, so stoic and cold,
But a welcoming haven, a story untold.

Sunlight streams inward, dispelling the gloom,
Nurturing seeds of kindness, where passion may bloom.
Empathy blossoms, a garden so bright,
Compassion the rain, that makes love take flight.

Vulnerability's strength, a newfound courage,
Connection established, on sacred ground.
For when love opens the heart, a beautiful thing,
It lets the world in and allows itself to sing.

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