POETRY: I AM WITH YOU, NOW YOU'RE MINE

She whimpered in a passionate sigh,

Her one true love was gone.

She watched in horror as they buried him,

And let out a mournful cry.



She'd never felt such a sense of loneliness,

Or such a sense of pain.

Her heart and soul were torn apart,

But remained a love untamed.



Although their love would last forever,

Her sorrow would not pass,

She knew that he'd be gone forever,

But their memories will last.



And with a shaky hand,

She placed a rose beside his name,

And looked into the heavens,

And shouted out in vain.



After all he gave to her,

One thing she held on high.

His true undying love for her,

And that would never die.









PART II



as your eyes shine innocently

they are my guiding light,

through the lonely days without you,

only if I could hold your hand,

my heart would be content for eternity.



your hair is all over,

gently caressing the roses,

I wish to be near them everyday,

intoxicating my sense of smell,

wandering away in



your sweet lips murmuring away,

what secrets only known to you,

yearning for their gentle words,

to fill this heart with comforting words,

to hold you close to my heart,

feel the warmth from yours to mine.



you make me shudder at every word you say,

how could I have missed you all this time?

only a divine plan it could be,

if there is a life,

it could be only with you.





PART III



To love again

How that would feel?

The tense song sung only for thee

To hold such... unheld hopes

Of a warm touch found wanting of warmth

From a cold, harsh world of yesterday

To the sunny path that leads to your heart



To love again

To hold true that which was lost

To place thee above... even sight

To wish a oneness never felt

To wake in the morning with eyes met

And to know tomorrow will find those eyes

Knowing that those eyes seek only yours

And will find a loving smile... as a frame



To love again

To know the need to be

And to be half... only whole with you

Yet, I love the feeling of incompleteness

For my half knows his better

And my mistakes find their perfection

In the eyes of thee

Whom I wish...



To love again







PART IV



My heart is racing, time is timid.

Lightened sky, darkened hall,

Frightening noise, deadly fall.

Racing toward the misty grove

What I feel is you should know.

Heart is racing, eyes on fire.

All I have is this desire.

Feeling lonely in this place,

Seeing starlight on your face.

Simple image, one desire.

I wish to be your one desire.

Running through the darkened woods,

Seeing faces in the hoods.

Catching breath, there is no time.

I am with you, now you're mine.







PART V



Innocence is a fleeting thing.

We only grasp it for a moment, then it is gone.

Our first love is innocent.

It is the first time we experience the feeling,

so it is at its purest.

We know not of the pain, the heartache,

or the ecstasy that accompanies it.

We know only love, so it is the emotion at its purest.

If only we knew to grasp that feeling

with all of our strength, and never let it go.



Falling in love is a double-edged sword.

We grow addicted to the feeling,

so we feel the need to search for it.

We abandon the person we fell in love with

to search for the feeling.

That is where the pain and hurt

that accompanies love comes in.

After we spend time trying to fall in love again,

we realize what we lost.

Unfortunately, that can never, ever be regained,

and we are left with the empty shell

of something that once was,

and we spend the rest of our lives

trying to fill that shell, but it never happens.

We have lost our innocence,

we have lost love in its purest, most basic state.

We regret that forever.

Though we may fall in love again,

it is never with that same fervor or abandon.

We never again cast ourselves blindly into love's arms.

We may fall in love again,

but it is always with a slight reservation,

that cautious look behind the shoulder,

or glimpse ahead into the chasm

that we are about to throw ourselves into.

It is never blind again, only that first "innocent" time,

for after, we know of the pain that can accompany love.

We never want to feel that wrenching pain again,

and we are scarred forever,

Our heart wears a black band which may never be removed.

We have lost our innocence.