I do! Flooded with a burning desire To be true and honest to my heart I've set the doubt on fire And teared the fear apart. I'm not committing to a life with you You're love is not a prison, I simply want to say "I do!" And I don't need a reason. To give a reason to a love That knows no earthly boundaries Is splashing mud onto a dove And live it floundering. I want to shower you with laughter And cherish all you want to be And I so dream thereafter You'll choose to fly with me. I want to choose you every day, Unchanged and grounded in your freedom, Forget the words I want to say, In your arms, I don't need 'em. Words fade as it is time I speak my love to you So place your hand in mine, And simply say "I do!". I hope you choose to be Cautiously happy with me.
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Celebration of our reunion Seed of my young desires You grew in me from my creation, Like a memory I had yet to remember Of our past union... Another life perhaps. I knew I missed you And yet I did not know of you. I could describe your mind And yet we spoke no words I wrote about your beauty And yet my eyes were deprived of your image. Half to my half, And whole to my whole, I remember you now! Clear image to my heart, I can hold you now, And celebrate our reunion. Every day, our sweet reunion! We shall celebrate it With vowels of eternity As we have been apart for too long And this life, alone, is not enough.
Once more Once more to feel your luscious lips Once more my sweet, To feel the fervor of your hips Once more, my sweet. Once more to touch your velvet skin, Once more, my sweet, To softly kiss your flawless chin, Once more, my sweet. Once more to hold you in my arms, Once more my sweet, To wallow in your countless charms, Once more my sweet. And if the moment came and past, Once more my sweet, Forgive me if I'll kindly ask, Once more my sweet.
Sweet November I cheated myself, my sweet November, I loved, I burned and I crashed. I cried so many nights, I couldn't remember, If I was present or if I passed. I never thought you'll come along, And raise me from my kneeling, Revive my spirit that was numb Living on borrowed feelings. I've hoped for you to find me countless days, My joyful, sweet November, So I began to search for ways To end my aimless wonder. I traded, fought and struggled Giving away my freedom, And soon my soul was muddled And love was just a season. I never spoke of love again, And such affairs that render Excruciating pain. But then, You found me sweet November. Today I am as new As water rushing from the mountains, Wrapped in the miracle of you, I am as fearless as a titan. Today I'll speak of love again, As love is once more tender, And I will treasure life with you, like when You found me, sweet November.
IMAGES OF YOU Some speak of those of similar traits As they are bound to find themselves Sealed in an embrace. If I were searching For a mirrored image of myself, If I were searching in and of itself, It wouldn't be such madness. I could emphasize a multitude Of reasons why this premise Is nothing but one's nemesis, As if this true I'd be content Alone in my solitude. I will contemplate however, A sparkly mind, A mind that's never Of ordinary kind. A graceful voice, That speaks with life, Of truth and choice And love and strife. A blissful smile That warms my heart, Elegant in style Like precious art. A genuine curiosity That leads to self invention A tamed ferocity That needs no intervention. Someone that can hold my mind, Caress and feed it with their wisdom Someone that will respect my freedom And other merits of such kind, But all of these sound admittedly familiar In essence all they reall...
I WANT NOTHING MORE I want nothing more than To know of your closeness, Passionate at times and at times kind. Like a summer thunderstorm maybe, And at times like a faint pink tinge to the sky The sun leaves behind before it says goodnight. A loud bang within the leeway of a church bell at times, And at times a quiet whisper of the wind That travels lightly through my fingers spread wide Outside the window, As to feel what can't be seen. Sweet melody of the early morning birds, Or at times a symphony of crickets. I want nothing more than To know of your closeness, Elegant and appeasing. Like a silk scarf slipping away And wrapping around my soul at times, And at times like the calm ocean waves Gently embracing the rocks at dusk. I want nothing more than To know of your closeness, At times.
Guardian of my Solitude My beginning, my sweet and my grasp, I stand today before you simple and humble. Rich as the earth beneath my feet And unfurl as the sky at last. As you embrace my thoughts, my sweet, I entrust them with you, To carry them with the outmost consideration, As they embrace you endlessly. I will not ask (nor want) of you to shelter me, Thus this is not your task. I am my own spirit, free and untrammeled. And with your own I choose to be close, Deep within oceans blue, And far across mysterious glades. We will not compromise our distinctiveness, As we'll remain untainted in our togetherness. And if you choose to be close or far, my sweet, You shall remain.. Guardian of my Solitude. - Picture by