My blood flows so dutifully
Sweat arrives on cue
Skin protects quite beautifully
Heart beats strong and true

Breath turns up when needed
It hasn't failed in years.
Muscles work unheeded
Faithful as eyes and ears

My body and I
We have so little in common

For you,
I would pour a glass of morning dew
And if you grew cold,
I’d make a shawl of liquid gold
Each stitch a ray of sunshine
Oh, the things I’d do to make you mine.

You're daring, but afraid
I know you love, beloved
but where are your true loyalties?
I step lightly, unseen, following winds
My footsteps will vanish quickly in the sands of time
I will not be remembered
I have the courage to admit that I am unimportant
Billions upon billions have lived and died
And I will be among the many forgotten who lived
You're deathly afraid of becoming unknown
You're grasping to make some difference in life
Dragged by time, kicking and screaming all along the way
Like a child's tantrum
I sit silently next to you, waiting.
My loyalties lie with you.
I cannot bestow your sought affection, but I can breathe
And my breathes will be put to use through the form
"I love you." And although it's not all what it implies
It isn't all a lie.
I will follow as long as you and time will let me.

My mind wandered as he walked in,
Wandered into the undetermined future of this thing they called "us"
Was it a lifetime of undeniable affection for one another?
Or was it a longing that would only lead to years of jealousy and rage?
Either way it goes it would definitely lead to an unrelenting passion,
Unrelenting huh?
A never ceasing, always wanting, continuously pursuing, passion for one another.
Sound like a lot of trouble to me.
Maybe I should sit back and reevaluate my wanderings,
What if this attraction is only felt by me?
Then will I want all of this?
Am I okay watching from the sidelines as my other half of "us" creates "us" after "us"
What I want to say is NO!!! And run away
What I will probably do is sit and watch,
Watch as the other half of my "us" turns into a quarter than an eighth and then a sixteenth and so on and so forth until the number behind the decimal is too long to count.
And even then I'll be sitting here waiting for him to return
Cause even in my singleness I am loyal.

Care not for the glass
For it is the cut that hurts
Mind the trap
So your fingers won't bleed

Look forward, not to your sides
Stay focus on the good,
Touch not someone else's heart
Just touch your lady's moons

Mind the gap of spring
Where lays ahead
The trap of summer
Disguised as autumn leaves

Reconcile your heart and mind
Reckon your pace
Find equilibrium in kind
Not someone else's face

Atlast it is rewarded
A smart heart and kind mind
Atlast it is best
Not to search, not to find.

My loyalty seems to run too deep
Unfortunately for the wrong people.
But, my loyalty is so pure and innocent
That we could be fighting
Over the same problem for weeks
Or maybe months and honey,
I would still stay by your side.

Truth be told
don’t need you
I can still smile without you
I will still live and I can still breathe
I don’t need you so that I can be me
  I can stand on my own
I can make my own way
I don’t need you to hold my hand
Jus to get me through the day
  I can still climb mountains
without you there to push me through
I can make it, I can do it,
Even without you there's still much I can do
  I will lose no sleep thinking of the promises you could not keep.  
Clearly loving unconditional is something you can not do.
But it's ok no worries, because I'm still me without you!

In today's world loyalty, acceptance, inner love and romance is so hard to find.

people are too busy feeding there temptations like a savage, drooling constantly over the bait, which walks on every street of every corner.
short, tall, fat, thin, black ,white, man, woman, gay, straight, bi, trans-

who made these labels?

why should each person have a label for the way they look or what they are?

I am sure our blood is all the same......

“Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.”

“People are too complicated to have simple labels.”

people are constantly looking at other people to pick out there flaws. loving that thin legged, "perfect faced" women. but not loving themselves.

romance died a long time ago when we stopped using our imaginations and became lazy minded. the thought of a candle lit dinner under a thousand stars was to much work..... well that's after you've got their love.