Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

Love is something that can not be explained

But when things go wrong, love is blamed

When your soul hurts deep down inside

Take it out on love so you can hide



You can love a religion with a passion

You can love the clothes that are in fashion

You can love a thing, no one else can see

You can love the place where you want to be



So this is the question of love that I ask

I wonder if love is a face wearing a mask

Because you never get to see the real beauty

As love continues to play in its' duty



Love is the granting of a wish

Love is giving in to sweet bliss

Love is something you want to hold

Love is just as precious as gold



So what is love, could you tell me?

It seems to be everywhere, seems to be plenty

But it can hurt you, it can make you feel

Showing the question of love is always real

Now, what the hell has just happened to me?!,
I went to sleep and felt quite human,
Alarm goes off, opened my eyes to see,
Two mounds where my little chest should be.

My ****** armpits have just sprouted some fuzz,
There's some hair where my lady garden was,
My beautiful blonde hair is all goopy and limp,
And my face has a likeness to a spotty chimp.

When i went to bed last night, i loved my dear mother,
Now, the thought of a cuddle makes me run and take cover,
Ant lanky Jimmy Owens used to repulse me, no end,
But now all i want is to be his girlfriend?!,


I suppose i will need to start wearing a bra,
And i'll have to smile through the taunts from grandma,
And my father will watch every move that i make,
And i'll have to conform, for my sanity's sake.

Well, tonight, when i lay down my spotty wee head,
I'll lie here and wait for the morning, with dread,
All these transformations, all yuk and all grease,
O lord, will i make it through in one piece?!.

c eileen mcgreevy 2009

You're a one tough case to crack.
But with those eyes you can get away with almost anything;
you can get away with taking what's mine -
I won't even call it stealing.
You can get away with being in my head all the time-
you've taken my heart so why not dominate what's left?
You can get away with being an enigma .
You can get away with being a conundrum…
Not a known word deserves you,
compares to you, and is in your league…
I'll never know what 'you' really mean...
And I couldn't care less…
'cause you already mean to me.

if you're reading this the worst has happened.

a thousand bombs have exploded on the surface of the sea
causing a giant tidal wave to consume the coasts.
or maybe the scientists tangled one to many times
with mysteriously sensual black holes.

Or maybe the whole world didn't end,
but just ours.

If you're reading this:

My sand-paper quirks rubbed you down into sea-glass,
and all your barbs were reduced to arts and crafts quips.
And then you did something drastic to sharpen yourself,
but only succeeded and drawing blood from my paper-skin.

If you're reading this:
My eyes didn't shine as quicksilver as you thought they would.
And I really never understood, but managed to trick you into thinking that somehow I could.
But one day you asked me a question and I gave the wrong answer, and you knew.
Knew exactly how I lied to you.

If you reading this:
I never really loved you at all.
and you knew it.

Making a meal is like making love,
At the beginning, its all about preparation,
Getting the right ingredients, finding the right temperature,
And of course, one must love the meal one is about to "make".
And away you go, mixing up the wet and dry pieces,
Stirring them together until a stiff dough is formed,
The aromas tickle the nose, the taste of sweet and salt, just right,
The quickening of movement when everything begins to cook at the same time,
The heart starts pounding as boiling bubbles satisfy our senses,
A frenzied rush to get everything on the plate at the same time,
A  sudden rush of staem, noise, maybe a little burn or two?,
Then everything just kinda comes together, and the food is taken off the boil, simmering slowly to a warm glow,,, mmmmmmmm yumm.



                                                                  (c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2010

Would you ever hold the night
With just a single hand?
Would you ever let me go,
And make me understand?

Would you ever kiss me softly,
As if that kiss meant good-bye?
Would you hold me, oh so closely,
If I was to start to cry?

Would the tears I cried for you
Make you feel my pain?
Or would you not care for me one bit,
And my hurt would be in vain?

Would a simple question,
Remain unanswered?
Or if you were asked who you love,
Would I be your answer?

Would you keep your word
Of being always together?
Or would this lonely life of mine
Last forever?

If I told you I felt sad
Would you come be by my side?
If I was to get you mad,
Would it hurt you deep inside?

Don't ever tell me you don't care
Because I just know that isn't true.
If your heart decided to love someone,
   ...Would I be the one for you?