Flowers of her

Is it worth it?

 They told him the mountain was too high to climb! He told them...never.

They told him the sea was to deep to dive into! He told them...never.

They said the fire was too hot to walk throw! He told them...never.

They said the fall was too far to servive! He told them...never.

They said the beast was to wild to tame! He told them...never.

They said he would do it alone! He told them...never.

So they asked him, why? He told them God told me Love was at the end.

So they asked him, is it wirth it? He told them...always.

So they asked him, even with all the pain before hand? He told the...always.

So they asked him, have you ever felt it? He told them...never.

He dead with her, they were holding each others hands and they had smiles on they faces.

They asked them selves, will there ever be a less difficult way to get? They saw a not in hes empty hand and it said...never

Flowers of her

I dreamt of fragrant visions of a flower to a taunted heart

Each peddle declared a presents unlikely to depart

I fear I nurtured this pleasant beauty with faithless toil

And my waters impurities determined me unfit to moisten its soil

Caution is me as if the safe guard of heavens treasure is my duty

I seek only that you retain the delicate and regal grace of your beauty

Ales it has arrived to my attention that my attempts to woo you are to no avail

What if i where invisible?

If i where not naked to the eye,
how would you know i am that guy,
would you love me the same,
with out calling my name,
how would you know when i have entered the room,
after we kiss how would you know when my face glows and blooms,
how would you sence the moments and moods,
like when im mad and confused,
how would you know when i need you most,
when i need to hold you close,

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What is Love? (incomplete)

1. Loves is like aiming a gun at your head pulling the triger and praying the bullet dosnt hit you.

2. Loves is the father of hate and the mother of pain

3. we hate because we are angry, we are angry because we are hurt, we are hurt because we care, we care because we feel and we feel because we Love.

4. Love is unplanned

5. Love is undifined by words

6. Love is a pain in thebut its wirth it

7. There is a pre-school for Love, a junior school for Love, a high school for Love, a university for Love and a job for Love with no retiament plan. You have to pass the pre-school of Love, you have to pass the junior school of Love, you have to pass the high school o f Love with a good looking matric report, then you have to apply to the university of Love and hope you qualify for acceptence, if accepted you have to get a deploma, degree, hormors and masters in Love sciences and servival in order to qualify for the job of Love, there after you...

Seeing you Seeing me

This is the problem that I face.
Where your emotions and mine are in phase.
Even thow we cant stand together in this place.
There is still a connection that is seen from yours and my face.

Its amazing what the eye's can say.
when you look to me and then look away.
For the love in that moment, we yearn to say.
Like yestarday for tomorow and now for today.

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We are pregnant

We are pregnant; with a passon, with a emotion, with a yearn...
Here comes our mood swings and this craving for each other, it burns.
and it hurts us not to be together amongest other things.
You egnore me and i egnore you we take turns.
This kicking inside makes us remember our click.
Waiting for the time we each have, to come to pass.
and the ambilical cord to show wide and thick.
In birth, of our relationship to come to life at last.
The labour of pain and waiting and the apsents of patiants.
Has to end when the baby of our love open its eye's and lives.

We are pregnant,
You and me,
We are pregnant,
Dont you agree.

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Maybe

A pain is subsiding within me,

Like an incline of emotional freedom in he.

He, who calls himself my heart,

Standing undecided about whom I should share a part,

A part, of my love.

It being, the both impulsive and shy love.



This pain exists only because of you.

You, who has too much to do,

Therefore not having time to spare

This is now making you blind to how much I care.

And the part, of my love,

That can only be captured by love.



But maybe you don’t have that.

That witch is love and parallel to fact

Maybe.
 

Birth with Sarah

Dear Sarah,
 
 
 

No beauty stands fairer,

For you my first sight.

As if birthed unto me with you my first light.

A pure sight for my eyes.

That first night, where my heart lies.

That night we first met.

“I missed you.” My heart felt.

Where are you? For here I stand.

Mercy! Mercy! Let this not be the end.

Let happiness wait!

Till I see you again,

Here and wherever.

Dear Sarah…
 

Kiss from a stranger

I can still remember it like it was an hour ago today,

I was running my mouth because I had so much to say.

The convocation was beautiful but time was too short for me to stay.

Plus your parents had arrived and no longer on their way.

And I stood at the passage and thought, hey maybe I could...

Kiss her, coz she could kiss back, well I hoped she would

And then I thought no, maybe I shouldn’t, no maybe I should.

As I walked towards her... floor was no longer made out of wood,

It was light and smooth, I couldn’t feel it anymore.

I came closer and showed her what I was looking for.

I kissed her and my heart almost forgot it was sore.

And she kisses back and I know she felt the same-I was shore...

The kiss lasted for forever in less then ten seconds.

The kiss...

Let me take you home

I’m not a frustrated teenager in denial.
I am more than just a nice face with a smile.
Come inside and let me call you my own
And since home is where the heart is; please, let me take you home.

It wasn’t wrong for us to start this
And what’s tarring us apart is,
The fact that we’re apart;
And our love is getting further from the heart.
See love is kinder tough you see
because love is not enough you see,
You and I are still to have it rough you see..

I’m not a frustrated teenager in denial.
I am more than just a nice face with a smile.
Come inside and let me call you my own
And since home is where the heart is; please, let me take you home.

Forced to part within a boundary,
It feels like you are taking steps without me..
Let’s take trust and put you and me between-
The truth that tells us where you and I have bee...