I have found something,
within your gaze, 
that more than moves me
in so many ways.

Something behind
those crystal eyes,
eyes more glorious
than the bluest skies.
 
I want to learn
all that I can,
not just to know 
but to understand.

What caused you pain, 
who gave you scars,
everything that makes you
the man that you are.
 
Like a child discovering
something new,
is the way that I feel 
when I am with you.

This journey inside
your beautiful soul,
is taking me captive
as your story unfolds.

Where the staples of our life are ripped out without a say
Where the horrors of the night persist to bleed into the day
Where our dreams are fractured instantly without time to prepare
And the things we never dreamed of turn into a waking nightmare

Tradgedy strikes indifferently, indiscriminately, without any limits see
My heart pours out to you and everyone within your family
The words which I am rhyming never will be quite enough
But the way you hold your head up's the epitome of tough.

I couldn't find a word which captures all the strength you have
But the pain inflicted on you would drive those without it mad.

Retain that strength, maintain that strength,
Constrain within the river banks
The flood of hurt, but most of all
Remain the man who stands so tall

To have a friend is to have it all.
Someone to catch you when you fall.
Someone with whom your thoughts to share,
and secrets, once told, will stay right there.
Someone with whom no judgement is passed.
Someone with whom no stones are cast.  
Laughter and tears are the things which bind,
creating a bond that will last through time.
And though time or distance may get in the way,
a true friendship will last, come what may.

Did I really just say that aloud?
Is a thought I often have
when in front of a crowd.
Words that will fall from my mouth,
sound much better before coming out.  
The following effect is what I most dread,
which is when my face turns ten shades of red.  
Times like that, I'm so glad I have,
at myself, the ability to laugh.

The taste of a peach
is heaven in your mouth.
But only if it's a peach
grown in the south.
You have to be sure
that it is ready to be savored.
For a moist, ripened peach
will always have more flavor.
Use your hands to gently feel
if it's soft and a little firm,
so that when you get to taste it,
the juice will start to run.
With your fingers you can tell
when it feels just right,
and it also lets you know
it's ok to take a bite.
When you put it to your lips,
like velvet it will feel,
but when it's opened up,
the sweetness is revealed.

He came from a place
of ruin and despair.
Where defeat and anguish
were his burdens to bear.

A prisoner of sorrow,
a master of pain.
His own personal hell,
his kingdom to reign.

No joy in his heart
was there to be known,
And on this road to destiny,
he trudged alone.

But there once was a time
when his life had reason and rhyme.
He had purpose and meaning,
there was a reason for being.

Yet all of those things
he let slip through his hands.
By his own selfish destruction,
he is now a wasted man.

Love must endure a
frigid season of passage.
The sunlight does fade.