Round & round
In circles I go
An Endless cycle
That finally was gone.

After that,
What is there left,
Just an empty bottle.

A few dropplets,
Are only left,
Remains of what was,
And no clue of what will be.

Babble on oh brook of sighs
As thine hand rests on your silver shine
Reflections of my heart devine
Ripple out in wasted time

Mirrored faces lay upon my mind so dear
Cannot I see through this turmoil of fear
Yet my hand does rest so sweet
Upon your silver water

How dropplets now hang on tight
To the tips of my fingers
Before they fall back into you
This babbling brook I see

Birds sing up high in trees that shade
Your banks where love was made
Yet quietly the brook flows past
As the hand of love rests upon its silver mask

Silken touches of the softest skin
Now draped across my naked form
Lying here in passions glow
Breath now rampant
In loving time

Moans of pleasure escape her lips
Like little dropplets of tears
Falling down onto my soul
As I hold her tight against my form

A summer breeze kisses the air
As skin on skin interlock with fire
Mouths eager to lock and taste
Passion is all that prevailed

Her thighs apart and now I rest
Eutopia being the hight of life
To lay here with her
Dreams of yesterday

I know,
what you'll never show.
Though I wont let you go,
I'm sure you'll slip away,
just like each yesterday.
left with just those
images in my mind.
Still dreaming of a dream
I'll never find.

Each time I see you,
I know for sure what I'm hoping for.
But I just get:
More salt water dropplets on my plams.
More broken heart cliches.
More of those missing days.

I know,
Why we're apart now.
Just a part of life's art,
Chiaroscuro of the human heart,
a forever between each stop and start.
But still it beats;regardless.
I'd rather a broken heart
than to be heartless.

Each time I see you,
I know for sure what I'm hoping for.
But I just get:
More salt water droplets on my palms.
More broken heart cliches.
More of those missing days.

Water dropplets cascade down
Full of crimson shades
From my arm now laid bare
From this silver blade

No attention do I crave
But to let my mind rest now
Silver blade at my arm
Talk and show me how

Tears well up within my eye's
And hesitantly I hold back
But truth be known
In this dark space
My silver blade
Is hungry

And as I watch the skin cry out loud
The fire burns within
Silver blade now leads me on
Through sense and my own sin

Whisper oh love my heart desire
For tears I cry can't quell the fire
Of a love I have since you came to me
In dreams of vanilla harmony

Don't stop the words that shall fall
Like dropplets of rain upon my soul
As I lay asleep deep in love
Let all your words come from above

I dream of us night and day
Of how the sun shone my way
When love walked in dressed as you
And hearts like ours became true

So once again the night falls down
And I'm alone with my saddened frown
But close my eye's and I will see
The only angel meant for me

It falls like rain
Simple and plain
Dropplets riddle
Each other
And the ground moves them
Together

And in a pool
Recallers whirl
Darting away
As if
Run by some fool
Swiming like they would never reach the floor

Well you just stepped
In little waves
On which God knows how many wept
But where painters
Got their own caves

ANAMUMA A GIFT FROM THE  BEAUTY OF LIFE

In the canvas of existence, you're a work of art, so bright and brilliant like the sun
A masterpiece where science and beauty start.
Your moony eyes and your rossy smile reflect the harmony that reality does impeccably keep.

Your smile, a curve of elegance and grace,
It echoes the timbre and rhymes of sweetness
The warmth of your touch, collapses the reality  of distance, and it bringing love to stay just like the ripples of a busy river

In the anatomy of reality,  you're just like the hyoid bone  so soft but mighty enough to hold the tongue
I feel completely happy whenever I see or talk to you
It kisses my day perfect knowing we live in the same planet
Your love has programmed my circulatory and nervious system
All my veins, arteries , nerves, spinal cord and brain dances to the reality of the fact that you're  the best , not just in beaut but also in character
Thus, I can't stop thinking about you

Please let thy love spring forth like the trees planted by the river side
Let the dropplets from the ****** of true love break thy dormancy
Let the sweetest of love and the fragrance of true love be tasted


Because your laughter resonates like a gentle bell , and I want to be the ringer just like a permanent time keeper
Your beaut flies on high frequency that heals so fast and all can tell.
Your heart, a vortex of compassion and love

Tor-kwase Anamuma, art and science blend in the tapestry of reality, your beauty transcends and your personality impress
Bless me thou this day your hardest word 'I love you'.

I LOVE YOU