I knew first day
that love would grow
a spark, a root
which shot through

I knew second day
that I had felt your
arm before
comforting me

I knew third day
that I dreamt about you
that somewhere in my life
you were there, before eyes
knew your existence

I knew fourth day
that safety in your hands
was more than just a phase
you loved me so
and I loved you to

I knew fifth day
that we would go on
together as a couple
no force could stop us

I knew sixth day
that my problems with the past
would have to go
I would have to fight

I knew seventh day
that this is forever
I always knew
Even when I didn't

A basket of tissues

triggered in my eye

whilst tears of my own

roll slowly by



Imagine the souls

filling this chair

relating their woes

in this peaceful lair


Troubles counselled

to a stranger with a pen

jotting down everything

you keep within


Despite my own troubles

all I feel and see is them

the number of tissues

fallen in the bin

I sometimes recite my love as charity….

For:
No stretch is too exhausting, no pull to hard.
No banknote is precious nor does a penny equal one.
A penalty is just a random,
With no intent or harm,
And a kiss is not just a mild affection ,
Nor a hug, cuddle or gentle touch
Equates to little or nothing or none.
Anything I do, is big and strong.
Everything I own,
To my small hands,
Stretch marks, belly
And weird feet.
He sees nothing but beauty, and not only of that of
Skin deep.

And I have learnt this lesson from charity,
Love is boundless, a fortified state
Of being connected 100 percent.
An eye for an eye,
Quotes the bible, I say –
An eye for a body plus surplus.
For love is seeing a grain,
And tasting the whole field.

Sunshine to my dull day,
Glistening in a yellow hay,
Blue seas ride above,
Eternal like the holy dove.

Away from the dark of night,
You hold me so ever tight,
Kissing eternal on my head,
Whilst we share our earthly bed.

Fire enflaming betwixt our skins,
Like sparkling hot fiery strings,
Connecting us together in a hot heat,
While our hearts drum to its sacred beat.

Lay alone in flowing stream of peace,
Yet our hearts are not to cease,
This love stays stationary in this fire,
Nothing can ever make it expire.

Creating joy, pleasure and calm,
It is its own soothing balm,
To the heart, mind and soul.
As we drink from the nectar at cupids bow.

How can I leave this,
For it is heavenly bliss,
To lay in this field of dreams,
Floating alone in our lover’s stream.

Death cannot divide,
For Love does not make us blind.
It opens our mind to our heart
So that we must never be apart.