soft cries
in your arms
silky layers
covering our secrets
murmuring words of
affection and love
let's be together,
your hand in mine
until the world is gone

My only happiness
Makes me cry

The truth of love
That makes me lie

A pain too deep
My wish to die

The greatest bliss
Yet makes me cry

This ordeal
No one knows why

Love is cruel
Love is joy

It lets you live
It makes you die

To love is being
A feeling high

Yet love is lethal
It won't let me die

Your bliss turns to blues.
You're in the bottom
but now you know
your only way is up.

Your warmth turns to drought.
You can pour gasoline
in the dying fire inside of you
to feel warm again.

Your love turns to lost.
You may have lost in love
but in the first place,
you found it.

They say, the only thing
that is constant is change.
But can bliss, warmth, and love
be constant........ for a change?

the key to living at ease is to know as less as you can possibly know
ignorance is bliss, do not go out of your way to find out what you aren’t meant to know
do not check your lover’s social media looking for certain comments
do not check if he is online as you wait for a text
ignorance is bliss
whatever you dig for, you usually misunderstand because its taken out of context
the more you know, the more you hurt
but only if i followed my own advice

I think
I am going to marry you.
And that in itself is poetic enough for me.

We held each other, unbounded warmth,
our lips, only an atom away,
crystalized joy in our hearts was formed
and soon our lungs for our breaths made way.