you had my heart from the moment
I set eyes on you and knew that
you were the one for me
beautiful inside and out
I could not wish for more
a dream I will never wake from
love blooming in a meadow of hope
feeling your presence in every breath
a life of pure wonder and joy
two souls sharing the journey
The ink flows
I write for you and
I confess
The truth is
We meet
Two beautiful hearts
Two beautiful souls
Together we compose
The best of poems
Once there was us
In a swirling miasma
Two beings finding
Each other in
The darkness
A sound heard
Across time
Not able to be ignored
Times spent in delight
Changes coming our way
A wave goodbye
A song unsung
my dearest Romanian friend Vasile
your name
is sweet honey
on my lips
dear
of all the names invented
yours is the most beautiful
I see,
the unique beauty of your soul
I like your soul
you are always such a beautiful
kind-hearted person
I am so lucky
to have in my life
Love is something that can’t be controlled. More than a feeling, it’s a part of me. Brought out by the beauty than only i see. Yet is caged like a bird. Should i set it free? To fly through the air, to explore the skies. To perch on my shoulder and wipe the tears from my eyes.
Love is more than a feeling, it is beauty. It is art. Something that will never change when we are apart. Like wine being poured into a glass, a glass so crystal clear, is like the beauty you’ll see being poured over me whenever you are near. Putting me in a state of mind, causing my spirits to rise. For as long as i know you feel the same no more tears shall fall from my eyes.
I am so glad
I know you
in your arms
I feel strong
you are my hope
I feel like
I am born again
how I love you
The once was
is gone
a rumor
like smoke rings
escaping your lips on
a summer’s day where
those thought to be in love
admit defeat exhaling it
As if it were
the temporary
renamed as forever.
“Tell me,” she says
Not wanting to know
What I do/ don’t
A first date since you…
…as
Inquisition
or
decision on hold
To be
dissected
inspected
or left
In checkmated dread
several moves ahead
And I’m willing to lose
If at the end, the gain
Tells me I’ve achieved
Something close
to feeling again
anything
since then. Since us
I mean to say when
I was less invisible
or whole
or of a piece
that could feel, when I bled
to keep you
and was nothing like this
a day walker among
the ambling dead.
we were never similar
about as different as
could be possible yet
somehow we managed
to figure it out and give
each other the space
respect and love to blossom
always there for each other
two parts of a whole