mirrors lie, hide the true picture
deceptive in their reflections
they play on your insecurities
tease you with your misgivings
showing the beauty around not within

a photograph only a moment in time
a blink captured for posterity
gambles taken to capture a shot
posed or candid it really matters not
a picture is just someone you once were

look into these eyes, see the love shining back
you are beautiful heart and soul
my joy blossoms each time I see you
my desires erupt at the very thought of you
truly, who is it you are going to believe...

"If I am lost, find me but do not ask me to come back just yet.  
Sit with me in this lost place and maybe you will understand why I come here too often, what draws me to my Neverland.  
Find me, but bring me back when I am ready.  
Maybe you will get to know me a little better.  
Maybe we can get lost together."

If you limit your
choices only to what
SEEMS possible
or reasonable,
you DISCONNECT yourself
from what you
TRULY WANT.  
And all that is left
is COMPROMISE.

I write poems
inside of her
with my fingers.  
Our story began
with her scream.
and ended with
her soul
on my lips.

Searching for words
That express my feelings
Getting lost in memories of a sweet kiss
The only words slipping through my lips
Are I love you, and I love you true...

Met you once and got enhanced
Met you twice and lost my heart
Never thought a stranger could leave me breathless
Yet the unforeseen did happen
Leaving me mesmerized in a romantic bliss

Of all things I ever desired
I found you to be everything I wanted
Before I could even realize
You turned out to be the sunshine
That brought in never-ending joy to my life

You are my beacon of hope
You are the one I fantasize about
I don't know why I need you so bad
The only reason I can give
Is I love you, and I love you true...

Shattered into a zillion pieces
You mended my heart as if by magic
My heart no longer feels the pain
It just grows fonder day by day
Getting intoxicated by your love

Poet, I am not
Yet I try to weave a verse
My thoughts creating a ruckus
Just to let you know
That I love you, and I love you true...

He held her safe,
  much like an enclosed confessional.
    Mesmerized by a lustful tango of penance.

She was baptized in His sin.
  An angel, wings deflowered.
    Little did He know her
      confession would become His salvation.

She... an awakening redemption to Him.

If a Poet
  Falls in
     Love with you....

You can
   Never die....