I fall in love easily
That's what you tell me.

And you are right
- to some extent
I will fall for you easily

It might be the dreamer in me
Head in the clouds
I spin my own reality
From colourful threads.

It might be the romantic in me
Looking for things beautiful
And loveable
In each and everyone

I will follow your lead
And hungrily pick up
The crumbs of attention
You leave for me.

And yet
I don't fall in love easily

It might be the little girl in me
Shy and insecure,
Disappointed by Life
And looking for protection

It might be the realist in me
Taking time to build up trust
For the past is not easily forgotten
And the future uncertain.

So you see,
No matter how much
I cling to you now.

Until you can show me
Love and affection,
Trust and protection.

I will leave to seek it elsewhere
Cause my heart is a sacred place
And I don't give it away
Easily.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.



But the roses have wilted,
And the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl is empty,
And my wrist are stained red.

before I know I love you
I have to see you at your worst
love can be a blessing
it can also be a curse

before I know I love you
I have to see you at your best
I can't see the blessing
until I'm truly blessed

She's like deliquescent caramel,

the cool side of a pillow

        to lay your weary head,

subtleties of springtime &

          warmth in wintertide,

whispering hope upon lush  

        Zephyrus pipe dreams,  

    mellifluous nymph with wings

                 of a butterfly warrior,

softly determined,

    unfailingly true-hearted,

       whilst relentlessly ferocious

  Wise, yet sometimes struts

        blindly in the light,

       as dulcet tones of a cello's

           melodious marmalade

            in sentiment's tender fancy,

she's beauty, charm,

         knowledge, poetry,

               utter strength,

               & humane weaknesses,

she's twisted and ethereal,

           her aura sublimely captivating

     you may covet her body,

            you'll never possess her soul

I am celestial, my mind is
Like that of a galaxy where
Thoughts spread out.

Each a burning star a thought,
Burning bright around it.
Gases of what could be, but
Not formed to that which it
Should become.

My thoughts are vast, some are
Solid, that are a part but not a
Whole. A burning thought that
Burns bright in this galaxy of
Thought, that is my mind.