Until Then...

The Pickup Line

Parallel Lines

Realization of Love

Until Then...

To hold you in my arms I wish upon the stars above that a dream such as this comes true,

To listen to the rythmn of your heartbeat I am serenaded by its melody;

I whisper only loving words set apart from the words of today from my heart I speak.

Embedded into me is a love only meant for you,

Evolved over the times when it was misused and abused;

Growing stronger each moment I remained faithful through the pain.

To God I prayed asking is this the day,

I wait paitently putting forth all efforts to stay in His good graces;

For He is my comfort and my rock.

where art thou?

Are thoust near or far?

Your presence surround me a warmth of intense exstacy,

My heart you reside in a place where God has left vacant for you.

To kiss you passionately to remind you of my love,

To stare into your eyes and become lost in it's purity,

To spend my life with God's best for me I wait...

Free Spirit

Empty tears flow within an ocean of mixed emotions,

taking refuge for the wings of tomorrow are clipped by tormentors.

she searches for a place to stand amongst Them,

they question her actions.

she frantically spreads her wings,

But to no avail as the crowd gathers around and again question her.

she tries to escape,

they forcefully hold her captive.

"I yearn to be different!" she screams in defeat.

hair as long as princesses of ancient Egyptian times is cast aside

to show  the inner beauty of a future queen so fair,

but alas it is not greeted with open arms.

no longer part of this cruel cruel world, "shall i end it all?" she whispers

as vengeful tears caress thou face.

"Be strong and forge ahead! You are who you are, be free and shine!" An inner voice encourages.

"I shall and prove to all that I need not be accepted by this world who is embedded in trends s...

Love

Love is not spoken,

it is expressed.

an expression of familiar equalities,

a single mind frame instilled in thy body

for love manifests itself in the form of "Little Things."

materialistic neccessaties is not equal to love

and as it stands alone love blossoms from the Heart,

but its roots embedded in the soul.

love is pain,

love is passion,

love is compasion;

but love is never misery.

love is beautiful,

a beauty that has no meaning

only an arura that shines to the heavens;

as bright as the sun itself,

more celestial than the stars,

and as  mysterious as the moon.

the flame of love is never rekindled for thy flame is forever lit.

love is waking up in the morning feeling rejoiced.

love is describing a moment in life that had a positive effect on you.

love is not an emotion,

love is not a feeling,