My eyes will harm you,
My lips to love you.
I will end the day with you by my side,
only to start and begin before you even dream of another.
Share me your dreams,
give me your aspirations,
I will be influenced by you,
I will be moved by you.
In a way,
when a life treads and walks out of our life and love.
How would I know,
If I did not try,
sure it cannot be done by thinking,
Who will submit,
me or you.
Can we be humble enough to say,
and mean it with no words,
but I will always stay.
. . . let my soul sleep
While the spirit dreams
An age where
You are here with me,
loving me tenderly,
I’d caress you lovingly.
on all fights of argument and tempers,
I know that your hands will put up to me
and love me as I submit to your lips,
Coz baby, the makeup is as much sweeter
than fighting with our mouth open,
and ours close.
Oh such sweet forgiveness,
Upon your strawberry lip gloss.
I will come to you,
bearing no idea of gifts, nor pleasure or even
All of my bitterness of the baggage
first from a past that haunts,
I hold it til it blurs my eye.
This is not mine to give,
My darling Thea,
your eyes are my happiness.
your smile banishes everything in sight.
your touch to sense what I cannot.
your love makes me,
for I am weak upon the cradle of your bosom.
for I can be yours of now and the moment
where you lead my emotions into
a potential in wealth and abundance.
a definitive accusations wherein lies a heart dismantled.
. . of one’s own amusement;
. . of one’s own lamentations;
but only one true construct
One heart remains beating to the rhythm.
would that be,
who still loves us,
Who can . .