(A poem about unrequited love)

If I could steal a moment of your time

I’d stick it in a pot

Stir it up, with lemon and herb

Hope it won’t ferment or rot

Much needed extras and source

Bitter servings of love and hate

Are they useless comforts for thought?

Or are they worth the wait?

By Romi Andrews

Hang me upside down,

Watch where you tread

Think about me with fireworks

And cut the silvery thread

Lay me across a tower of bees

Their honey – glistening gold

Catch me staring at you once more

Know that to you I’m sold.

Romi Natasha Andrews © 2001

Don’t buy me time if you cannot afford me

Don’t love me tenderly if you cannot reward me

Long kisses goodnight are just a show for me

Your cooing comments don’t always grow on me

Your loving ways aren’t always saintly sweet

Your nasty glare turns cold seconds into weeks

Your portrait of me is surprisingly precise

Because you’ve painted me staring at you with eyes of

Fire and Ice.

By Romi Andrews © 2002

Imagination is silly, superb…divine

Take a look at me,

Let’s play havoc with some wine

Gold lights are playing with your hair

They don’t seem to let go

I’m impressed with you

Even those bugs under your bed, know

Carry me in a carriage, everywhere with you

Spray paint me with silver

Circles of blue

Tickle my heart with winks

Grab me with your smile

I can be a cool, wild angel

Or a carefree child

Romi Natasha Andrews © 2001