That left me speechless.
Kisses on the wind,
Before I could even close my eyes and purse my lips...
I had missed it.
If only our moment was longer.
If only I knew what I know now, then...
I would've tried harder to kiss the wind.
I shed a tear, I shed a few;
With all my know it all I was still a fool.
Countless kisses on my cheek,
But the last kiss I wished I hadn't missed.
I shed a tear, I shed a few,
But my share of tears are through.
I choose not to be upset about the time that I didn't get,
the time I did get was a gift.
Meant for more from birth
Carried in satin like a god
I do not envy you
When I succeed it is a surprise
Something met with pride
Due to lack of expectation
The Underdog Advantage
When you succeed it is anticipated
Should have been more
Greater in size and worth
Living up to your destiny
I do not envy your
In this great race
The start line may begin
With varied handicaps
But the finish line is in turn
I do not believe in Royal Design
We are all nothing to begin with
Nothing simply looks different depending on
Where you're standing.
You had me killed
Resting softly on my shoulder.
You command to my ears;
Hot breath dribbles down my neck
Don't think I can't see
You're always in periphery -
Snow white silk, laced expression
You now mean everything -
Maps can be drawn on the lines of your skin
glassy eyes, flaming cheek
Already your tail -
wrapped my neck and chin.
I was king and ruled the world
my crown was You -
Your velvet fur.
Seemingly small and insignificant,
It sits atop my finger, like a bird perched on a branch.
A symbol of great power,
Yet shrunken and frail as paper.
Its hidden beauty rivals those of
My love for it swells
Like a well after a heavy rain.
Oh, this paper crown,
Its simple beauty
Is a gold as pure as any other.
Its paleness is greater than snow,
Its weight light, but heavier than
the empire it represents.
This paper crown, worthy of a Queen.
I was trying to put the cutlery
In their respective slots,
Then the flash of a thought struck me:
I could train a monkey to do this.
Don't call them noble,
Nobles aren't even so.
They're pretty good though,
Hey, when I whack
A really good one,
When I'm in the Zen
Of perfect flight,
My buddy will remark:
Give a monkey a typewriter
and sooner or later he'll spell
So, I have the greatest respect for our Simian brethern
But those other Nobles... Meh!
He is your knight in shining armor
With all his glamour and bright blue eyes
Offers his sword to protect you
With all his might
While I on the other hand
Carry sand in my worn out shoes
Whose armor wretched in scars from that day
You've cast me away
As a knight I have failed my duty
And you are a queen of wondrous beauty
Who deserves nothing but perfection
And I am no where near of similar complexion
I wish I could draw
I wish I could accurately portray
You sitting upon your high horse
Acting mighty and royal
But your horse's legs are stilts
That were precariously built
And they will crumble underneath
You nose would be in the air
Your cardboard crown would
Be falling down
And I would be standing at the base
Waiting for your fall
That is coming whether you see it
Love me like the moon loves the sun
Making way for her in the morning even though his sojourn had just begun
Love me like the grass loves the rain
Begging for just a little taste to help it grow and ease it's pain
Love me like birds love nectar from a flower
Allow me to be overcome by your power
Love me like the morning loves it's dew
Never wake up without me laying next to you
Love me like the bees love their queen
Treat me like I'm royalty and allow your love to always be seen
Love me like you know I deserve to be loved
Take a page out of nature's book of love