Reposts.

Before these poorly written gems are lost to the digital archives of another database I pulled them to here. Hell its not like anyone is reading anyway.

Love


In this bed we first shared one another.
And in this bed I held you closely on cold winter nights.
In this bed we started a family.
And in this bed you made all my fears seem so small.
With each kiss and caress my love for you grows stronger.
But in this bed tonight something seems not quite just right.
As sure as ever your there to make things better.
With chicken soup and tea with honey.

Slow to Love


Sweet is the bliss that one-day dreams come true.
Long are the moments in which my desires for an answer.
One tear is the promise to which your heart is pledge.
With patience and consideration the gift is given.
To those that love, a gift is given freely.
Onward without fear they walk as one.
Long in the life of wisdom and courage they walk as one.
Owe none but to each other's heart.
Valiant they stand in strife and sorrow.
Ever the one they grow old till time itself fades.
Slow to Love one may be, but forever in Love the two shall.

The seats edge


I sit here in my loneliness,
staring into the cool gray sky of winter.
I say a prayer in the attempt for some
divine relief of my sorrow.
Yet I feel no different.
No lights, no angels,
no trumpets sound from a high.
Might I take this seat tomorrow in the
cool gray sky of winter?
I sit.

The Ballet of Fire


The embers glowed with passionate crimsons
and sweet oranges, as the campfire shimmered
in the chilled autumn air. Joyful flames
leapt from the fire cracking and fizzing as
they childishly played. The warming smells
of seasoned pines and of aged oaks blanket
the camp as it reminds you of love and youth
once forgotten. Flickering shadows dances
across your face as random sparks of light
fill your tender eyes. The ballet of shadows
and lights calms the spirit and moves the
soul. In its splendor your loving beauty
outshines all, awestruck are all by its grace.