“You’re crazy!” Over the top. Too much. Unbelievable. I am all of those things and more, because of how you make me feel. Because of how you look at me, and talk to me, and spark my passions. I am crazy because you make me that way. And you know what you are doing….
Let me sing your praises Oh Goddess! Let me pray on bended knee before you, Bless me with your favour As I sacrifice to you. My Art serves you, Glorifies you, Elevates you To your rightful position. Allow me to succor you As you have fed my soul With your beauty, Your glance Your Love.
Let the poets stretch the truth as they try to stretch the imagination. “Face that launched a thousand ships” “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” “Beauty and Love are like body and soul” They ring false and cannot be true, because none of them ever saw you. You warm my heart, and excite […]
If I could make you feel that again, even for the glimmer of an instant all would be worth it.
I adore you. You are worthy, and beautiful on multiple levels.
A single rose is enough for the dawn. One moment of joy to begin the day. One expression of love to start the morning. One positive thought and feeling is enough to make a day wonderful.
“What do you want?” A morsel of attention, a sliver of your heart to feed my soul. To have hope. To hear you speak the words my heart screams and yours echoes, no matter how scared we are of facing the unknown. To have your smile brighten the path and lighten the yoke of these […]
I reach out, looking for you. My hand finds nothing, no sign of you. The bed is empty, cold as untouched as your heart after years. Yet in my mind you are still here, your scent lingering in the air, the bed rumpled and warm, your hair everywhere, little traces of your presence and love […]
“Are you interested in me?” No. “Interested” means a passing fancy, a surface attraction without depth nor strength to endure. “Passionate” about you. “Desirous” of you. “Ardently amorous.” Fascinated by you, longing for you, needing you like a fire needs air to survive. Interested is too weak a word to encapsulate my devotion to you.
Fantasy exceeds reality because the odds don’t matter and the hero gets the girl. The poet can change the world and melt the diamond hard heart with pretty words for the pretty woman. Fantasy has the soft edges, filters out blemishes and flaws that reality focuses on to the exclusion of the underlying beauty. Fantasy […]