We are seedlings,
Needing a little nudge to the earth
Where precipitation is rife
For newfound birth.
Not choking in a bag, deprived of life
Whilst the storm can shine our worth.

Into darkness carry fire
when all seems grim, and bleak, and dire,
When shadows loom and hope retreats,
Let not your spirit know defeat,

Through the night, when fears conspire,
Let your heart be a burning pyre,
With every step in the abyss,
Hold fast to dreams, onwards persist,

In storms of sorrow, in waves of pain,
Tend your flame through wind and rain,
When in the dark and facing foes,
Be the light, the torch, the glow,

Though the world may tear and tire,
Keep your spirit ever higher,
Against the tide and through the mire,
Into darkness carry fire.

Sinking into your shadow – a stranger in this place. As the ink
smudged upon your lips; leaves your voice spellbound, those words
caught in a storm within your throat. These torrent of emotions
surging in my heart, resembles rain drumming upon the pavement –
frigid as a stone adrift in the river's relentless current; it ****** my
skin like a thorn.  

Yet, the flicker of our love's promise remains, a distant glimmer,
a beacon in the vast expanse of night.

Lay me to rest in a field of roses, Where the roots unfurl to my decaying heart, Gracefully feasting on the love I have for you, Further spreading to my brain.
To drink every thought and treasured memory of you, As the sun beams, blooming serenely to the lukewarm touch, Recollecting memories of your tender hug.
The lingering scent of roses, your fragrant echo of memories past. As the sun descends, the petals retreat to a serene slumber, Comforted by your watchful gaze among the stars.
And when the field of roses is gathered by a devoted admirer, The moment he offers them to her, May the flowers bloom and radiate an immense love, A testament to the love I once had for you.

She is art
Intricate and Divine
An art piece even the greatest painters could never perfect to recreate
Her appearance, her body, her eyes, her soul
Her skin catching the sunlight, glowing in an ethereal light
Spellbound by the sight of her luminous eyes
She is so distinctive as if in a monotonous field full of roses she blossoms into her natural beauty like a Calla Lily
Her smile radiates comfort
The very beings blessing us to even let us gaze at someone so breathtaking
That is art
She is art

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then all I see is misery when I look away from you.

My mind, a maze, is where I wander alone. Tangled pathways overwhelm my thoughts. Seeking gentle light, I aim to find love’s embrace. Yet, shadows of chaos cloud my vision.Yearning for calm communication and connection, I desire safety and trust in every moment. Being transparent seems like a far-off dream, although it is crucial for love’s basis. Standing firm in this world of confusion, I declare: I deserve better—love that is honest and true.