I  write as time heals,
But the pain in my heart is yet fresh,
Words of yearning and love fall as raindrops on my paper,
My pen has more tears than ink.
I want you to know my Angel,
I want you,
I need you,
I still love you, only you,
You are embedded in my soul.
Say you love me too, my dove,
Give me joy so that tears freeze in my eyes,
Let your "Yes" be so enchanting that time stands still.
I promise to love you unconditionally,
With your faults, ayes and nos,
That each second spent together becomes lifetime of joy.

(we were) fire and ice.
polar opposites.
fire melts ice.
but does ice freeze fire?

She's cold to the touch,
But leaves fire in her wake.
And though he's warm,
He has eyes like ice.

They say opposites attract,
And these two seem wildly different,
But they're similar in the way
That destruction is their pasts.

She keeps to herself,
Allows her fire to burn her,
Because it hurts her so much
To know she's burned others.

And he has similar fears.
Afraid to hurt the ones he loves.
He pushes them away,
So his cold heart doesn't freeze theirs.

They could love each other endlessly,
Be exactly what the other needs,
But fears and doubt get in the way,
So for now they're just friends.

i shift
farther from freedom
when fueled by these flames.
i laugh
frightened by the fiction
that is a fabrication
of my favorite friday afternoon.
i grin
but it falters; it fades -
faster than my fears
on a quiet morning.
i freeze

There was a girl
With a plaid skirt,
A red bow,
And lovely pink cheekbones.
She carried a smile,
Sometimes a laugh,
When we ran through
The church parking lot.
She was so fast
In her white stockings
And little black shoes
That it became hard
To keep up with her.

I wonder when,
I wonder why,
She stopped playing tag,
I wonder how it was
That she forgot
How to run.

I miss you, my friend,
You were the best there ever was.