There is nothing
Like the sweet feeling of home
Peace and quiet
Safe and sound

Outside the world is waiting
I can see it out my window
In all of its glory
And I rejoice
For all that it is outside
Seems at the more beautiful

Life is short
And safety passing
So I rest for now
In the home I have built.

(theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)

Don't know how others do,
but from her, I get rave reviews ;)

See some people, in my opinion, just don't
know how to leave "perfect" alone.
And God bless her. She is perfect... and to her,
I am too.



-our two lonely hearts on completely seperate paths
far between and few crossings periodically over glasses and laughs
-holding in a special sort of love and comfort,  
the times that we spend together, as dreams and fantasies long remembered
-our two wounded hearts, full in so many other ways,
complete "What might have been," playing at house for a few mythical days



Ah, but life moves on, (Shakespere said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow")
we must again forward tread each our own roads "on 'morrow"...
And accept that "Life is what it is" and
[as Woody Allen said] "Whatever Works"


-perhaps this seems to detached of a view to some,
but tell the truth
-don't I count my love?.. [her fair skin, my muse]
does my love less intensify as we part... [unbrused]?
-Our love is good I say,   and shall remain unblemished
because we always say goodbye and part with a kiss, when finished

is not life , and art and their existence in need of some balance.
-As so, our friendship has remained for years by knowing
of Our love... and its limits

Forever in your heart.
Forever in mine.
Never letting go,
Neither shall you.
All the pain inside.
All the heart ache you’ve caused.
I will fall.

Into the blackness you call hate.
Jealousy, anger, and rage.
Pity for you is hard to give.
But I still cry.
People wish for death.
So often do they die.
Yet something stops suicide.

The pain in my heart,
The sorrow I have.
I am pained to say,
It is from you.
I burn in my own pity and sin.

Only the sin of loving you,
Could get me here.
Yet Hell hath no fury,
Like a woman scorned.
Oh, I have been scorned.

My pain is ending,
Whilst yours begins.

"I have nothing to say to anyone."
Forgive me, but I think my heart sunk a little lower.
I already miss you and I hate that sometimes.
At times I think, and I smile.
At times I think, and I become engulfed in sadness.

While that may not evoke within anyone the strongest sense of sorrow
No word could possibly come close. Simplicity seems my only option.
I am not surprised, I am not taken aback.
I am simply sad.

I read quotes and they conflict with one another.
While I'm assured if I wait that it will all be worth it
I am also assured that we should not wait for anyone.
If it were meant to be, he would make it so.
If it were meant to be, you would find a way.
If it were meant to be.

If is an awfully complex word.
Shortly to follow are the 'What ifs?'
What if it isn't the right time? The right one?
What if it the wait isn't worth it? Comes to nothing?
What if, what if?

Ending my life with a never-ending series of 'What ifs?' would surely be a waste.
Ending my life with a series of 'I did's' and 'It was worth the risk' seems more worthwhile.
Don't you think we all ought to endeavour to live without excessive 'What ifs?'
Don't you think that would be better?

I cannot write sappy love lines. I have no use for them.
They will not feed me or clothe me or bathe me.
Therefore, all I can say is I have no use for love.
It only leaves and takes and breaks.

No one needs love, especially not mine.
The love of an unlovable is never enough for anyone.
And I try to explain it to you, but you won't listen
Love has poisoned your mind... Just like it did mine not too long ago.

You reach out to me, but the man who came before left a six foot four fortress surrounding me.
I'm left cold and hard to escape the silly sappy love that I would rather do without.