the chill of the morning mist snaps
around my skin,
but from inside out your love
warms me, burns off the cold
harsh glare of reality and leaves
me with the toasty heat of desire
that tingles throughout my body,
you are the sun and the moon
warming me and dusting my eyes
with sparkles of a thousand wishes
that become only one~~~
that I will always have your love
and the heat of your existence.
the thought of your hands on my skin
shivers my back and heats my emotions
and burns inside my heart;
here is a rose, sweetheart...
three roses just for you.
The white rose is the truest love we
share
the love that says I will
love you even when you change
or maybe because you change...
who knows the secret of real love...
don't think - just feel.
The red rose is the passion
I feel inside that sets my world
on fire... and sets your world
on fire.
The yellow rose fits this,
no matter how difficult
we share the truest love,
the love of friendship which
means that we can accept
and seek out the differences
we share...
The blackness of the water
broken by reflections
from the pale moon,
I think of you and
I know somewhere in time
my soul waits
to bridge the gap
between us.
If I age, moss flowing
free from fingertips,
my skin like petals
yearning for your caress,
time will not gently ease
your memory from the roots
that nourish around it;
and shivers up and down
like raindrops
are teardrops to eternity--
we are a forever thing...
it's hard to sleep at night
though working hard all day...
a thousand fears come to roost,
the noise is deafening.
an unkind word gets in the way
and quickly closes the paths
of fantasy that I might escape on;
there's a bill, a fight, a song
that does not allow for the counting
of sheep
and sometimes it's dawn
before eyelids droop and my mind
grows fuzzy from
too much life.
sometimes I can reach out,
a shivering touch lightly caressing
your shoulder
and then I go to sleep.
Walk gently on my love...
my love as fragile as a
bird's egg, which
uncaring feet may trod upon
and crush,
until dead and dying
it withers at my feet...
Walk gently on my heart...
as fragile as a hummingbird's wing...
once broke... I cannot fly...
For love once given, is
given like the gentle summer breeze,
unconditionally,
gently, and with soothing
warm caresses.
Love does not diminish the
person who receives it,
rather it lifts them up
to fly the mountain peaks
of eternity...
I love the way you give
hands on training,
in every thing you do,
And I know you know a lot,
so I'll learn a lot from you;
I love your humor,
your sense of style;
I love your intelligence,
that awesome smile,
that sexiness,
that wit,
(and I'll have to end this flattery,
if I want the rhyme to fit)
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