Saturday, January 31, 2009

Lips

My precious love is a gift you have given to me
You know who I am and all I want to be
I see you in my heart, my soul is in your eyes
You are the one I feel, I hear you when you sigh

My precious love is a gift from God above
Please take my hand, I, with you, can stand
I see a golden light, you are with me in the night
The sweetness of your lips, they bring me such bliss


My precious love is a gift of happiness
Dreams do come true, we are so in love, us too
When I see a falling star, my heart is where you are
You see me as I am, it does not matter
Your love for me withstands

My precious love is a gift of souls uniting to live
You love as a blind man, who hears with his heart
Never before knowing such beauty, a soul set apart
The glory and the purity, love has been there on it's own
In the precious gift of life, it never takes too long.

Near

Do you love me when the stars are out
Can you see where I am
The brightest star tonight
Do you love me when you see the moon
As the world turns, can you reach out and touch me
Is my hair soft and golden,
Are my eyes close to you

Do you love me when the sun shines on a flower
Can you smell the grass and trees
Is that where you will find me
I want to be all of yours
Will you look at a butterfly and know I have passed by

Do you love me when you see a rainbow
Is my heart beating in time or space
Will you come to me if I close my eyes
I see you as I read many books to learn
My soul is calling yours, will you answer
You speak in every language
I hear your voice in the distance
I see you everywhere I turn.

Do you love me when I am walking near the ocean
As the seagulls sing above
And the sky reminds me of the blue in your eyes
I want you to be part of who I am
And when you do, we will be as one
I have an unconditional love,
Which I would like you to share
Do you see my heart loving you,
Until the end is near.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

hurricane

There's no hurricane
As vicious as my love.
Watch out!
I'll rip off your roof
And scatter your undies all over town.
You'll pay for it
For years.
But you know what?
It'll be worth it!

Third

This is the third time we have tried this love,
And this will be the time that it will last.
Our back and forth is buried in the past.
Now will never end, as time will prove.
I've learned through all the fights and separations
That happiness depends on having you.
It took some time to see that this was true,
Beyond all other dreams and speculations.
But now it is the rock on which I stand.
I know it, and the knowledge brings me peace.
I need no space for rambling or release.
All I am I put into your hands.
Love me well, for I'm completely yours.
The way is clear; I have no other doors.

Love

This isn't love, not quite, though we will see.
I like you more than any I have yet.
My hope is this relationship will get
To last as long as it is meant to be.
I want from you what you would want from me:
Affection, pleasure, mutual respect.
I have no great investment to protect,
Nor longing to be spoken for or free.
Yet there is just the hint of some deep motion
Beneath the rock, some movement of the earth,
That tells me there is far much more to come.
Although I walk quite well on my emotion,
Some part of me somewhere is giving birth
To feelings that may rip me from my womb.

Will

This will not work if you don't want to try.
There is no way to love except to choose.
You cannot go through people as through shoes:
With each love lost a bit of you must die.
We are all yours, the three of us, and I
Still love you though I know that I may lose.
My love is there to answer or refuse;
I wait upon your definite reply.
Do not say yes for any sake but yours,
Nor sacrifice your happiness for duty,
Nor swim against the current of your will.
But you will find abundance on these shores,
And in your love a more abiding beauty
Than any that might barren hunger still.

Feel

To say you are my world means:
That when I look at the sky
I see your face,
And when I pause alone at the window
I feel your hands on my back.

It means:
That the beauty of a garden
Is half in the words I think to you;
That winter is my fear of losing you,
And that spring is the hope I never will.

It means:
That I have taken the risk of wrapping my life
So completely around yours
That the beauty of a late summer evening is
Inseparable from the beauty of our love.