Don't give me rainbows or roses
I prefer bread as poverty proposes

If I had to,
My heart could single yours out,
Hidden in a stadium full of hearts,
Mine could single yours out,
The invisible thread that joins us,
The thread that only I can see,
I wrap around my hands,
Bringing me ever closer to you,
With each wrap and entwine,
Regardless of the cross words we had,
Or the debate we just had,
You, underneath a mountain of coats,
I could single you out,
That.... that is soul connection my love....
That is us..

our love was the look you gave me -
full of longing -

controlling me with your voice
and your legs,

until i collapsed, wild and hungry,
desolate and content,

every heartbeat seeking love,
every dream imagined.

At forty-four years old you’re as graceful as a palm tree;
Grapes, with their lushness, have nothing on your lush body;
A thousand faces light up at the sight of your smile;
Roses for smell, apples for taste, and your touch
Brings warmth. The cosmic rays are dim and lifeless
But the colors in your eyes are bright and alive.
Your neck is like Trajan’s victory column, long,
Elegant and beautiful with the carvings around it
Mona Lisa is pleasing to the eyes, yet mine long
For the viral grace of your ***** and mature curves;
Diamonds with all their glory are not as tempting as you,
with your gray, enchanting hair and laughter lines.
My love is round and plump at four and forty
Years old, with ******* that refuse to sag with age.