Come hug me I'm cold
You're more precious than gold

You know I would give up the world
If my hands and your hands for a moment hold

All this time not a message I received
I said I love you but you never believed
Turn them down and come to me
My hands wide open come see

Just come, it's never late, I'm waiting

My belief in you wont last forever, my darling.

I need some proof that you are what you say you are.

I hope that you just didn't cry wolf, my darling..

Because my belief in you will eventually falter,
If you arn't who you say you are.

So as my belief in you, it dwindles.
Little by little, with each night.

& my patience begins to wear thin..

I believe in you no longer, my darling.

For you are nothing,
but a Sheep..
In a Wolf's clothing.

Black hair and fair skin.
Blue prefect uniform.
I noticed from afar,
They caught me off guard.
I was too shy to even speak.
But I will.
For now, have patience.

Our first hello wasn't quite what I expected.
But it was enough to make my heart race.
I was confused.
what are these feelings?
I didn't know.
But I will.
For now, have patience.

I found out the answer to what I did
Not understand.
This feeling is love.
People say it's dangerous.
But I love taking risks.
For a girl like you,
I'll be patient and wait.

We're walking as the sun begins
Its morning rise behind the trees
Just past our house
Joe and I,
Pond on our right,
Cars to the left,
Hill path curving
Up and out of sight.
Morning smells,
The call of geese,
The morning voice of robins,
Cars rushing,
Loud and soft and loud.

Our morning walk,
The route we know...
And the routine.

We do not talk, he and I,
Alone in our heads,
He with his man,
I with my dog thoughts.

This path is the path of years,
Slower now,
Still connected with a leather leash,
We stroll convinced of nothing
But the need to walk.

This morning's different, though...
Joe stops halfway up the morning hill,
Houses and our house below...behind,
Says, "Tuck, old boy,
Should we change this time?"
Stoops to look into my eyes,
Unsnaps the leash...
To my surprise.

His smile lets me see
That I am free.
"No need, I think," he says.

I turn and look back
Toward our house,
Think of geese now standing
On the dewy grass,
Observe the sunlight
Glisten on the stand of corn
Beside us,
Remember past enticing smells
Along the way....
A rabbit scent invites me
Off the path to stray....

Joe's moving now,
On up our hill.
I am standing on the path,
A little shocked and still.

A younger dog would run,
But habit's set its track;
Our mutual walk lies up ahead,
So, faithful now, I move
To walk beside my Joe,
Content to travel with a friend,
And let the running go....

If I asked you to stay
Would you rather let me?
If I wished to blow all the troubles away
Would you rather blow with me?
If I told you that my heart skipped beats
Would you rather say yours do too?
If I jump yelling I love you
Would you rather kiss me thank you?
If I hug you with unbeatable happiness
Would you rather wrap your arms around me?
If whispered never let me go
Would you rather lock the door?

My lazy radar lets me down,
Sometimes I just look a clown.
They called me a lazy reader:
Well I think it was “reader”…

‘Fraid to say I’m very slow,
For learning that’s a deadly foe.
Marking books was very hard,
I was given a yellow card.

For every down, though, there’s an up,
Always a way to win The Cup.
I couldn’t skim, I had no choice,
But that’s what gave me my poetic Voice.

So if I’m slow to read your stuff,
Don’t forget I find it tough.
I’ll read your poem as soon as I can,
And if it’s good I’ll be your fan.

Paul Butters

Reality. Time plays with me because I don't have patience.