How do i begin,
To say the thoughts i am thinking,
To describe the way i feel,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.

How do i start,
To say with all my heart,
The way i feel about you,
To paint a picture true,
To be at one with you.

How do i commence,
By not sitting on the fence,
To describe the way i feel,
To say i love you sweetheart,
With all my heart,
And have from the very start.

Here, i will give it a go, with my heart, body, mind and soul
To tell you, i desire the heat of your fire
To tell you, i desire, the touch of your flame
To tell you, i desire, the feel of your heat

I long for your touch,
Your kisses,
Your words, whispered.

You hold my hand,
A light touch,
It brands your name on my heart,
I know ive loved you from the start.

When is it too soon to say those three words,
To tell you how i feel,
To let you know my love for you is real.

When is it too soon, to say i love you
Is it to soon, to say these three words,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.

I LOVE YOU

His eyes, his lips.
His hair, his kiss.

Hand in hand,
Soul around heart.
How in the hell, did this all start?

Perhaps a single look, one word spoke.
Darling, our love has been awoke.

His soul, his laugh.
A word, his touch.

Baby, one glance, and I'll completely fall apart.

A kiss in the dark,
Hands through his perfect hair.

Does he have any idea how hard it is to not let him see me stare?

Two hearts, both know,
that with time, their love grows.

Who knows were this will lead them.

Just a stupid girl, dumb and in love.
Just a perfect boy, do you think he knows?

All she is, in her twisted, crazy, wild mind,
is thoughts of


Him.

As I stand at the window
looking into the blue sky
dreaming of another time
where laughter freely flowed
I listen to the embers burning
as they cast a warm glow
My heart was hanging heavy
knowing this world of mine
Is surrounded by darkness
as far as my eyes can see
And realizing that
I had nothing to offer
for all I have to give
could never be wrapped
with a bow
Tears started
flowing down my face
My tears fresh, hot and anew
Tears of sadness
And then it came to me
not entirely nothing
a smile begins to creep
across my face once more
Nothing could compare
to the the joy and excitement
that rises within me
My strength increases
the longer I started to realized
I could give them my all
I’ll give them all I have
The true love and joy I feel
forevermore they are
the true gifts to me
that I know is real
I’ll give them my love

one night i visited the dreamland
just to assess how many dreams stand
found many floored when explored
few were killed prematured
few flushed in the time's streams
few murdered by other dreams
few elightened ones crushed themselves
few learned ones locked them in shelves
few dated and were reset
future of this sort most of them met
found some lucky ones still dance
in the eyes of new romance
few could turn into reality
few survivor went till eternity!.....

.
Snow drifts down
     laying a lawn cold sheet
across the frozen ground,
          creating art reliefs
like acid etching glass,
open space rolling and undulating,
in small hills and depressions,
     bedecked in a veil of white.
The silence is deafening,
quiet having been enjoyed
     and surpassed,
briefly punctuated by the call of a bird,
     A sharp whistle that shrieks
and attacks the silence.
The fresh smell of snowfall wafts up
     as it settles and glistens
in the light of silver moonbeams,
randomly peeping through clouds.
The taste of peace,
                     tranquility,
in the frigid air,
sends imagination soaring
from the desolation of isolation
to another time and place.
          The snow falls,
     falls,
in a relentless race for the ground,
               all is still,
               nothing stirs,
as the moor welcomes its quilt
and sleeps with a cold heart,
     dreaming,
                       of being kissed by the Sun.



© Pagan Paul (28/05/18)