Accidental Seeds of Love

Swirling sky, your thoughts of then so bland;
Fall but for my captured hand,
And when a sigh,
Floats to meet a knowing eye,
And reveal itself for its trusting worth,
That alone on all of this Earth,
Through being one and being done, yields,
A completeness, the sweetest fruit of love,
Producing the strongest seeds —
A commitment sown for our future,
A love enough for any challenge,
Not tainted by their disapproving words or ways;
For this joy is but our own, and
Our own love gave birth again today.

Angel

Angel,
You softly breathe the mystery
Of the pan pipes of the ancient sea,
As it caresses its sacred cove,
Where treasured secrets remain dormant,
Ever long lusting the desires of explorers from afar,
With the lull of bounty promise.

Angel,
You sing more hauntingly
Than the wind-chimes,
Which dance their offering
Through the electric summer night's sky,
Woken by the soft stroke of a warm, soothing breeze.

Angel,
Your sweet strains loft to fill
Every hidden mystery of the night...
Your arms outstretched to a smile, and
Towards a song bird nestling his breast on a sigh,
Who faithfully rests his tongue,
To learn.

As the Enigma of Youth Fades

Days do months;
Months steal years,
With the stifled protest,
Of misled vanity.
As trophies turn to trash,
Immortalised dreams
Only stimulate cynical laughter,
Mocking splendour fantasies
Of the enigma of youth.
When we were going to
Do it all,
Be it all,
Capture the stars, and
Throw our fortunes
Wildly, madly,
At the dizzy heights of fame.
But adult poverty does reality,
Stakes its claim,
Captures hope,
Even with the head start
Of still youthful optimism.
But now my finishing line
Is too far ahead,
To stay on-course
With your romanticism.
Lust denied our truth;
Now I must deny lust.

Battlefields Shared

You were my dearest friend —
How could you fail to know that
I'd bottled your sadness,
To go the distance with my memories,
Assisted when I'd etch out your ways,
Recorded your nightmares,
Sketched your darker days,
Within my mind, longing to find
A time when we could set them free?

So have you learnt a better day?
I'd scripted it just for you...
Through the long and fervent hours
I'd devour imagined prosperous times,
Filled with health and happiness,
Fiction set to become greater than true
But now I need to know my friend...
Will you play your part too?

Celebration of Friendship

Such small steps in big time…
Back then friends of mine,
Hopped, skipped and jumped
Right into my heart,
And then fell easily back out,
Grazing my soul on the way.
So many, instantaneously,
Without deed or means:
An ant trail of misdirected lemmings.
But over the years,
The children became real people,
With ambitions to wield battle to all other insight,
With greed to distort the view of another's plight.
So many have left quickly,
Without even a struggle,
Sometimes without warning;
Or perhaps I drew even,
Occasionally the one to turn away forever?
It's been hit and miss,
Forget and reminisce ...
But now I'm twenty three and
There's not many left of you,
Whom I could call on as friends.
But those who still remain,
Are a more cherished find,
Than the other too many, too much kind.
When I'm grey I guess I'll know for sure
But I think you're here to stay any way.
We may open different doors
But we're still forever together,
Firmly bound in one another's heart;
We may part the Earth,
Chase its wonders in different directions
But without exception our paths will always cross.
Because being in life without you my friends,
Would be the greatest loss, the greatest cost.

Diffused

Diffused,
Empty of giving,
A voided memory of your living;
Now merely bemused at
That extravagant barren expanse,
An aftermath of wasteful romance.

Why did it come to this:
An eternal kiss,
Broken by easy lust.

I must,
Be wiser,
Be stronger,
Than to keep the days,
As made by the popping of pills,
Resting easily in their jacket of protection
Beside my bed of ills.
Introspection:
I must,
Bury my head,
In the good book instead —
(I forsook the truth) —
Ask for forgiveness, and the
Strength to fight the madness
Of my wrongful love for you,
Accompanied somewhat wistfully
By now first seen
Promises too few.

Maybe we should now go our separate ways,
For you work nights and I work days.

Envelope

Here you see,
These are the lonely pieces of me:
Faded, creased and worn.
Sometimes recovered from the depths,
For use or abuse.
Scrawling ink perfected for you,
Now mere faded memories of better days,
In a chocolate box of odds and ends;
Treats of fantasies a world away…
Where I could be any one
You'd wish to meet,
The flavour of any month
Savoured deliciously,
Any feat you'd wished to see
Performed in this world and beyond.
If only you wouldn't post me away again today
In that old tattered envelope
They handed you those photos in
Too sorry, too long ago.
But now you see it's perfected me
As the only one it will ever know.

Even Fun Has Its Consequence

The woman says:
"I've got the itch, honey,
To get hitched."
Well isn't it funny
That he's now miles away,
Just searching for his lucky day,
To bring on a life without
Responsibility and with out a doubt
The necessity of endless sex.
Yet one day reality lassoes his next
And messes with the rest forever more,
When several babies come
Visiting at his pent-house door,
With their angry mothers' in tow,
Dragging his footloose feet to ground
And blowing his fancy free world away,
Giving birth to a new-found reality
And a regretful series of day.
If he could just take it all back;
Take the forfeited monogamy track
Leading to should-have-been love to share ...
He'd now play every day true and fair
And he'd still be there with the first,
With an endless appetite and quench-less thirst
For her love.
Uttering those vows to signify commitment forever
With honesty and joy to tether
This crazy world and his now staid heart,
Never again to depart,
Her beautiful grace.

Fool's Gold

He's like Fool's Gold —
Innocent to deceit
I thought him a fine specimen of worth's feat.
So lucky, I was sold on
A finger-tip catch of immense proportions.

His sex appeal is daunting:
With out wisdom's precaution
Glistening muscles etch their way
Into my recklessly hungry eyes,
Marking them brandished
As his prized property,
Not to be touched by another
But rather to feast only upon him,
Whilst he devours and ravishes another lover,
That is not me.

Now I see the tarnish,
The truth hidden deep within.
And I can finally begin,
To challenge his worth,
As only a fool's value —
Too easily tricked by
Mortal senses,
Too eager too dispense
Logic of weight,
Until much too late.
For Fool's Gold
I'd sold my soul,
I've paid my price
And I've lost thrice but now,
More prudently I bare,
The cost of
Wisdom's share.

For Bianca

Through the years as they roll on by
(collecting acquaintances in their midst),
So many faces have passed before mine,
Some smiling,
some frowning,
some laughing,
some crying,
some expressionless, seemingly devoid of memories,
unaware of the passing of time.

You touched me by sharing the importance
of every increment
of the present, the past, and into the future;
of every step that we take, together or apart;
of every care that we've wished to impart;
of every tear,
every encouragement,
every solace for one another;
every confusion upon which we've pondered;
every giggle that we've set free to wander,
to follow us along our separate paths
in pursuit of our golden dreams
and no matter the distance to keep us near,
to keep us safe, and warm,
to comfort every fear.

With a spirit of hope and care
borne from the treasured history that we share,
rises a synergism of best wishes forged permanently
between two,
for then, for now, forever and always
destined to continue;
to persist alike the memories
which induce a certain smile,
stretching the distance
to bridge mile upon countless mile,
The truest of hearts.

For although apart,
You will still be the sweetest, dearest friend
With whom I've been blessed;
With your kind thoughts, the funny things you do
For so long I've considered you
so far in my tenderness, above the rest.
You've been a star to guide my thoughts,
to wink me encouragement,
to shine throughout the darkest time,
to remind me that every thing for which I’d ever wished,
Could truly be something of mine.

For Kim

Realms of numbed turquoise skin,
Tear-carved with a spectacular landscape of pain.
A memento… to forfeit love in vain,
Is as to gamble without hope of gain.
For after all of these years permanently etched
with effort,
The reminders now regrettably remain,
Of how when you've loved once so deeply,
That kind of love shall never with another be the
same.

Weeping alike willow,
Whilst seasonal rings mark the passing of time…
Will never help to solve a problem created,
By wasting something so precious and divine.
An endless and boundless creation of suffering prevails,
As an eternal sign,
That what is taken for granted grants within time,
A sorrow deeper than the centre
Of this sunken soul of mine.

For My Friends I

Threads of fondness woven and
Strengthened with cherish
Far above familiarity, through time,
Nurtured even when physically dispersed;
Always immersed in your love and care:
Those kind actions to endlessly impart,
Those kind words to tenderly share.
We're bound to one another,
Beyond materialistic ties;
Far spread,
Across the global territory:
Through the latitudes, longitudes,
The lowest of desperate valleys,
The most prized of elation peaks.
Through the months, years,
I will hold on to these very days and weeks,
Even if filled with torment, anguish and fear,
As pain between many is lessened;
A two-some tear, shed and shared
(Through joy or sorrow),
Is a drop of glue sealing tight
The tenderness and trueness of you,
Healing the sharp wounds of pride,
With lessons to learn and faith to renew.

For My Friends I

Twinkles of trust,
Are a must,
To suspend time;
The Earth could part us,
Yet it would matter not,
When we exist forever in a common heart,
A space never defined by physical location.
You'll always be above all,
One of my most cherished finds.
These threads are woven across space,
All around this chaotic place,
To calm and disarm,
Spun to last,
With strength of belief and respect,
For what is done and what is yet
To be past.
My friendship is not on loan;
One thing I can carve in stone,
To stand timelessly and true:
My friends,
I'll always be there for you.

For Neil

Candles flicker without debate:
Once, twice, sold ....
Sinking into the warm, dreamy dark
Forever with you.
Eyes roll restfully in quiet
As you hold me
Near and still,
Just tight enough
To keep my fill
Of promises ....
Bundled up so nice,
More than suffice
To stroke your needs.
My will is done
By sweet deed,
My decreed of love
Previously revealed,
Is now forever
Signed and sealed.

Forever Lovers' Love; Prayers Answered

The greenest sea
Flows to yield flawlessly
To a newborn dawn,
Giving away to the day we met.
Prayers answered.
 
Golden ripples borne softly against fading day,
Yield to the setting of the sun's danced display,
Chasing the finger of the golden envelope,
That binds timeless the rising hope
Of life's love;
Prayers answered.

The star-sprayed skies aglow,
Shower prisms upon the sands of time below,
Reflecting their memories above to
Confide with the winking moon,
Tirelessly directing the tides to groom
The dishevelled shore,
Shaping it more perfect
With every tick of time's law,
Abiding to the imprint
Of two sets of foot-prints.
Where once was one alone,
Another has found his destiny home;
Prayers answered.

Until for one last time too soon —
The silver lining slivering through the moon,
The orange-purple swirls giving way to milky dusk,
The Earth's heart warming the sky crimson musk above —
I'll pray to remember, a little wistfully
The ebb, of a forever lover's love.

Good-bye Again

Comply with chance;
Dance with danger,
For the rhythmic affection,
Of yet another stranger.
Stranger than the perpetual spin,
Of my peripheral-vision-gone-by world.
Colder than the ice of her last breath good-bye,
Fleeting its heartless foot-prints,
Upon my ego's eye.
Not so surprised to see her go:
She's just one of many in a rather significant row
Of yester-years and tears of dismay,
In this weighted dice
Of life non success,
That's left me with
A baited arsenic of trust at best.

Sold out too young;
Now too old
To mend the past,
Whizzing on by
Much too fast,
Beyond the years that left me forever bitter.
Yet by chance I caught one sad quiet minute
In a thrashing tormented day;
I wasn't so surprised to see you move far away
Again from my flailing clasp,
From my perpetually weakening grasp on reality.
Surrendering to restless dreams
Haunted by your perpetual encore,
I watch you forever caress the exit
Of that ghostly, good-bye door.

How and When?

Then ...
When we were not fearful of promises
Of you and me together,
Throughout time.
Of when things were about the foresight,
The forever rather than the never.
Naivety blanketed us with such
A wonderful sheltering curse,
But without much time
It yielded to disperse
The pantomime from history,
The fantasy from reality;
Disentangling the mystery,
Yielding the true compounds from the blend.
Now seeing us for the first time
Rendered as a poor mixture,
A seemingly inseparable mess,
(A nightmare of two at best).
Which particular nano-increment of time
Did we miss the truth to finally find
It only moments later departed;
A mere afterthought of the heart.
What happened to us and when?
Why couldn't we see it happening back then?

How You Went Wrong

Digging deep for extras
That never existed to find.
Etching faults painstakingly into my dreams
Because you can't make up your own mind,
On what you want for your future
Aside from wanting it tomorrow,
Of what you can't give up from your past
Addicted to the familiarity of endless pain and sorrow;
Up the corporate ladder you've travelled so fast,
To grapple with the pie in the sky,
Rocketing turmoil to the stars.
Revelling on a mistaken monetary high
You can't seem to recognise how far,
You've fallen down through the deepest depths;
From happiness to compulsion,
From clarity to a thick emulsion,
My emotions have mixed in dysfunctional proportions;
From simple times of love and warmth, borne of patience,
Your complex plans have led your soul astray,
To the cold obsession of playing robotic hero,
For every one else but me, today.

I'm Scared

You must sense that
I'm terrified?
You must surely smell the swell
Of fear in my mind,
Leeching its awful breath
From my world
And into your arms,
With the endless flow of years,
Pouring out the petrified regret,
The fossilised remains,
Of dreams
That seem so old,
Now newly changed,
As fast as a diagnosis
Of death,
Fades the essence of life;
As quick as
Your future wife,
Turns to dust.
I entrust,
My lost years
To yours yet to be.
Please my love,
Promise you'll always remember me.

Interlude

Swirling waves of fairy dust,
Spreading delirium.
Stay awake…
I must.
Close my eyes,
To see you encounter me.
A masquerade ball,
Sexy disguise.
Hold your stare,
I dare
To remove your layers.
Intoxicated,
Recklessly holding your sight…
I think I just might.

Kerry's Poem

Seems just like a light feather stroke of clock of time,
Since you were scraping your knees
And I first learnt to crawl on mine.
My baby belly all swollen,
Extra skin, ounces in which to swim for hours,
Filling out through the years
With elation and tears;
Good and bad times to be had and done,
Marking what's come and longingly or reminiscently gone.
You were always four years of steps ahead,
Four years worth of putting your sweet head to bed before mine,
But we've been closer than most,
And now in your own belly, your first baby grows:
Little hands, perfect little toes
And a finely tuned little heart,
That only a beautiful mother like yourself knows
For best.

Lost Companions

Days roll by too quickly,
Calendar pages rustle with time's haste, life's rush,
Memories etched, sketchily outlined,
Their essence to remain
Yet their vibrancy lost.
Apathy incurred at a significant cost,
To tales tainted by ink,
Encouraged to fade,
Changing with every second glance,
With every precious touch.
I think tirelessly about what it means to love a friend.
I ponder aimlessly upon the careless choices that we made;
The energy consumed in accepting short-comings of judgement,
To later worry about the consequence so much.
Of long hours spent deliriously wishing, dreaming,
You'd spontaneously reappear,
To relive the moments when we'd skip school together,
cough on cigarettes,
pine over cute boys,
console each other's problems
with warm hugs and words of encouragement,
to ease even the deepest fear.
And how I'd so simply feel content and happy
Just knowing you were near.

Yet all that remains are those pages browning with the
Transpired time and emptiness,
A chill from quiet.
The photos that compel me to pause a while,
To sigh and to smile.
The tears that escape momentarily through lonely nights,
Previously spent with gossip and laughter,
The promises to keep in touch, and plans forever after.

One moment is all that I ask for;
A glimpse of your smile is all that I need,
Sufficient to grasp
The hope required,
A spell of motivation to patch the moth holes in our past,
To re-piece the puzzle of emotions gone awry,
Cement the fragments of my sentimentality securely,
Poised for so long to grace this page with this scrawl, so obscurely.
Now these words are a tribute to us, a sacred gift,
Of a friendship that I would like to last.
I knew you alike myself in our younger years,
Now I don't even know where to find you.
Happy times flew then whilst together, now with out you,
Sad time is advancing much too fast.

Masquerade Ball Within My Soul

Midnight of Summer's sapphire blue and you —
An electric buzz of warmth, excitement,
Of strangers united by a common frustrated desire,
In pursuit of an accolade
For which human nature never tires;
Lured by the synergism of a loving two,
To which most masked conceal
But truly aspire.
Attention gifted to you…
Only our eyes meet, smiling and knowing,
Giggling secret plans for our transparent electricity;
Our longing banishes doubt, leaving only the simplicity
Of our common need,
To entice us crazily
Without heed of destination;
No thought for abandoning our journey,
For questioning its authenticity.
You lead me blindly as we dance
Disguised to a disjointed song,
Even a touch of your hand so slight,
Leaves me barely standing but floating,
Drugged as you hold my sight.
 
Firmly within yours
You take my hand,
To inconspicuously set plans into motion,
Take command…
Now I'm far away,
Leaving my soul to dance wonderfully,
As my body is set to play:
Senses squirming to writhe,
Sinking into the fleshy ground so soft,
Serving to solace my fruitless whim.
My chocolate eyes accosted
Melt into their carbon copy so perfectly;
I allow myself an escaped sigh,
Breathing in magic mushroom emissions of lovemaking…
Bright crimson sky envelops me as I float on by and by,
Higher and higher until I reach your soul.
We collapse together in release:
Companions to stars,
Directed in their path,
Dying, falling, sated,
Ignorant of the aftermath;
Crashing to reality,
Destructing upon impact,
In pursuit of love,
Challenges of masquerading lust to distract.

Missing You

Sift through the long days,
To ensure I retain your ways.
Siphon long nights,
Remembering forever more
Even the lightest
Stroke of your hand,
Through my hair and
Over my restful heart,
Bewildering my world with peace never known,
With how the simplicity of cherish imparted
Can progress to mean almost too much,
Especially when no more.
An absence of touch,
Leaves old wounds sore.
Waiting alone, for a mere glimpse
Of your ghost.
Would I cry, or simply sigh,
To see you smile at my own
Once more?

My Always

What are you thinking now?
Am I shackled to your deepest desires?
What are you feeling now?
Do you yield to share my regretful cries;
Chime the sign to synchronise
Our always universal hour,
Even within the depths of
Our relationship black hole —
(A cosmic disarray of confusion and lust;
For your roaming soul,
The immense proportions
Of unconquerable distrust,
Insidiously voiding my heart) —
Even then, my love still keeps time.
Is your love for me still mine?
Did you know that you're my only and always?
Can't explain the other people days,
Save a mere filler;
The previews before the movie,
The entree before the feast,
The memories that are least,
Remembered upon having you back, for
You're my always, and more than that.

My Fallen Star

I just wish for this one dance:
Floating in my dream land bliss,
Longing for your lips to meet my kiss
Stretched towards an eternal ponder,
Abounding forever in wonder,
Over the unreal you.

My James Dean

In the smoky dark he vaporised
Before my ever wandering lonely eyes,
Bringing forth a furrowed brow,
A head-down swagger, well worn now,
As habituated years before, and,
Now etched in my memory circuitry forever more.
As I breathed his scent,
He materialised his colours
That when spent, I felt within,
To carry him along his lonesome trek once again;
In stock of an imagination divine,
A mind recklessly confined to fantasy, desired deed,
He came, he went,
Yet his sweet memory,
Is all I'll ever need.

 
Old Friend of Mine

To punish me unkindly, even hurtfully,
The scales were weighted unevenly in your favour.
Generosity encountered rarely,
Yet I was time after time your saviour.

In life's challenges when the see-saw tipped precariously,
The swings became motionless in stirring wind,
Your soul became bound by gravity,
Recklessly abandoning your strong beliefs
You rebelled... escapism, to excind
Those you loved with depravity.

With your head muddled,
Lost in the clouds,
Meandering aimlessly,
Following others through life,
Blending with uneventful crowds.
All the while I trampolined you upwards,
When you were destined to be borne back down.
Life's circumstances churning a tsunami
Of frustration and pain,
Tearing apart dreams;
I chose to swim
And refused to let you drown.
In my heart I know that if you were able,
You would for me have done the same.

Despite lost years I still wish we could,
Equilibrate the past with the present,
Learn to forgive but not to forget and salvage
What we should treasure,
Our friendship so unwisely spent,
At any cost,  and at any measure.

Our Own World

More than
The air could fill
My lungs,
I need you in my life
To sustain me.
Softer,
Lighter than
The stroke of a feather,
The imprint of your kiss
Lasts forever
On my forehead.
Released from purgatory love,
Eventually I open my seeing eyes
To our own world.

Parting and Departing

Sleepless so I roam,
So far from a discomforting home…
Beyond the night and through the day,
So eager to run away,
Recklessly into someone else's novel arms,
From that familiar, secure ground,
Yet so scared not to stay.
Dancing upon a rhythm of desperation
Beaten by your heart,
Directed by togetherless
Constant disharmony, at best minor chords to pull,
In each other's company or apart.
Time to fish for happiness once more,
To stray upon the whim of unattainable love,
I recklessly depart.
Baited by
An obvious white lie,
But more so the truth of our incompatibility
That I've tired of trying to aimlessly deny.

Relationship Alert

The world is not round —
I should know because
I'm dangling from the edge, one handed
and where are you?
You're too busy claiming its sphericity,
Basking eagerly in your prosperity
Through my pain;
Never questioning the authenticity,
Of your desires and deeds,
Your numerous wanton needs.
Now apparently the gain
Always justifies the loss:
Your love always the cost;
The loan too great,
The interest gained at
Too high a rate.
Complacently placed jewels fall Earthwards
From a great height;
Whereabouts they fall to crater
Is far beyond your sight.
Hanging on to the pieces of
The former me,
I'm grasping these essences of our former love
Much too deliciously.

Scared of Losing You

Could let you go,
Yet I can't let you know,
I can't just love you now,
Knowing I'll lose you then,
And I can't forget you now,
To not miss you then;
Can't say good-bye,
Then you'd never be back again.
Yet I console myself when we are together,
These memories, if nothing else, are forever.

Sex Doesn't Grow Love

Reckless sex,
An inevitability of a modern society
For which fulfilling need and greed
Is a much higher priority,
Than the sacred institution
Of marriage,
And so we see
A miscarriage
Of morality,
The birth of
Biblical blinkering,
The unforgivable tinkering
Of humanity.

She's Like a Sea-shell

She's like a sea-shell:
I have to hold her closer
Than most,
To learn what lies within,
And with trusting time
She's revealed to me,
Many a secret as whispered
Sweetly and gracefully —
Lulling my desires with the most haunting pan pipes
Of the mysterious sea,
Bringing tales from afar
Beyond the wash-up of my sheltered shore,
With me now to always treasure
Forever and more.
And to think,
Whilst strolling nonchalantly,
I almost mistook her for
Yet another grain of sand;
I almost overlooked her
To let her slip through
My suppler hands,
In exchange for something
More colourful and pretty,
And less tainted with unforgiving time.
But it matters not now,
Because she is the chime of reason,
The endless vessel of quiet wisdom,
The mother of pearl of my world…
And above all, my infallible love.

Soul Hunter

At night I sing you passionately
Into my soul's concerto of agitation;
I am a prodigal genius:
This bitterness requires no toil.
You captured my life,
When I was studying the truths of the real world,
Barely beyond my school uniform.
But you watered my scars so religiously,
That the flood of promises grew my love for you
With careful time.

Soon I graduated with the letters Ph.D.
Before my name;
I thereby staked my claim,
On a shallow kind of wonderful.
We sipped to toasts of one another's ego-filled void.
We painstakingly dreamed every dream as indestructible.
I was ravished often by your mind's powerful erection.
But eventually my heart bled flaccid
To your lies.

The Penny That Dropped

He's like the penny that dropped
In an otherwise
Too familiar, nonsensical world,
Where his internal beauty
Juxtaposes with
Bleaker days.
And I suddenly realise
The barely budded love,
Manufactured from years
Of respect;
Tears dried with the
Sweet breath of his
Ever calming words.
Now I'm rich
With this out-dated friendship,
Rolling into romance
And joy.
I hope it lasts,
As I grasp this penny chance
Close to my willing heart.

The Scent of a Woman

A blood red flower web of promises
Spun by her grace,
Capturing nights spent with long kisses and passion
Entwined in silk and miles of lace,
Her long legs draped over mine
Holding me still.
The scent of a woman
Musky and sweet,
To leave me forever weak
And open my world to her opportunities;
I'm spell-bound,
Bound up in her ways;
Caught helplessly in her magic
That she weaves at every interlude,
Leaving me stunned and vulnerable
While she preys
Upon my heart.
I don't want for her to unravel this lust nest
And let me take the fall;
I can't wait for the next moment of meeting
And I never want for it to be the last.
She's forever and all —
More than I'll ever desire.

Ticking Bomb

She was like a ticking bomb
Waiting for a precise time
To explode,
To diffuse
Her precious and ferocious news
Into his world and beyond,
Leaving debris
In her wake
To shake
His senses about
and apart
But

He loved her to bits.

True Love

True love is not a condition,
An antidote, prescription or potion,
It's not a mere notion,
Or a fleeting moment;
It's not a gamble,
Nor can it be bought;
True love has no price,
That is too great to pay.
True love can suffice,
Where material possessions can not;
Poverty has no jurisdiction,
Sickness matters not.  
True love is not a mastered fate,
It tolerates great compromise,
And rewards selfless sacrifice.
Unlike a toy,
True love
Cannot be discarded,
When battle-scared and soiled.
Never spoiled,
True love only grows sweeter
With time;
True love does not grow weary
But stronger by the year.
True love has every solution,
And true love has no true fear.

Wedding Gift

Counting down the minutes until you open the door
to our home:
a long awaited novelty
of our very own.
A new life through
our marriage gift.
The beginning of something even more wonderful
than we've yet known
foretells of others on their long way home,
yielding little tiny footsteps
as permanently painted imprints
in the Earth of being.
Alike the magic of sea-shell echoes,
for only the spellbound to hear,
you whisper sweet oursome something's
softly in my willing ear;
as we rock together gently
through minutes, hours and days,
our kindred spirit is yet again
set free to dream and to play
in the joy and laughter
that we've promised for ever after.
For although we've matured together
we'll always be young in our cherish…
our love will be endless, eternal, forever,
never undone, never outdone.
Never to be done.
For before God,
we are now one.

Wonder of Me?

Do you ever wonder of me,
As I wonder of you?
Although we are many miles away,
And we're years gone of special smiles by day,
My heart still weds my memory true.

Do you ever ponder the sacred reflections wistfully;
The photos of me, as a mere confused teen,
Over the letters imparting the most secret depths of me?
I dust off the music that you wrote me lovingly, and I realise,
For so many years I could not hear, nor see,
What wonder could have been.

I've lost so many precious things,
Upon a whim, as if with out care.
Irreplaceably recognised with the maturity of time's find,
Haunting me endlessly as the adult conscience weighs on my mind,
The toll of advancing years without you,
Seemingly too much to bear to truth.

I try to stem the tide of regretful tears,
Try to maintain the public persona of optimism and cheer,
But within I feel the pain compounding
The eternal question forever resounding:
Why do I always want,
The very enigma of you,
The you that I cannot have; and,
Do you dream of the very past of me too?

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