POETRY: DEAR SWEETHEART

Loving you comes easy to me
You gave me my wings
setting me free

Gave me--
the wings of love
floating me
high beyond and above

Beyond--
hurt, anguish, and pain
Above--
dark clouds where sorrow reigned

With my wings
you came bearing
additional intimate things:
You brought hope
into the hopeless day
You brought sunshine
always leading my way
Your loving touch
showing your care
ESSENTIALLY- the promise
to always be there

Taken on a cloud of bliss
surrounded by serenity
with every tender kiss

My broken heart
with no pulse
you've given it the will to start
the will to let love beat
joining the partial vessel
once so incomplete

Left in void
without the sensual trail
you made into my heart
inevitably leading our love to prevail


PART II

Dear Sweetheart...
To have found a love like ours
is like a beautiful garden of flowers
with a heavenly scent,
and more loveliness than we mortals
have ever had the rashness to achieve.
Our garden of life is like a sweet dream,
or an afterlife in which real people
know the joy that we thought
only angels could enjoy..


PART III
You stole my heart with only three words
My gangster of love, no mercy was heard

With the ease of your touch, you've invaded my skin
Taken over my spirit, all wounds you do mend

The sound of your voice captivates my soul
Your forgiveness and love make me forever whole

The calm in your eyes take over my mind
Embraces my thoughts and stops all time

With only a look, you control all of me
Yet in bondage of passion your love sets me free

You soothe my tempest heart like the peace of a dove
I know in my heart you're my gangster of love


4

Amidst darkened skies and storms of sorrow
She lingers within the shores of serenity
The waves lulling her into a dreamy daze
With father moon illuminating hope from above

She encloses her heart within trembling hands
Her mind full of dreams and uncertainty
Wishing, wondering, waiting
Could he hold the sacred key?

Silently he approaches, with his captivating gaze
His smile could melt even the coldest of hearts
Together they walk in a silence of contentment
Her hand within his, her heart close to his own

The heavenly bodies radiate blessings from above
As his lips meet hers in a tender first kiss
Their souls entwined by the fates of time
Forever they?ll share the sweet rapture of serenity


5

Love is like a snow storm,
Blizzarding through my mind.
Snow may fall in many a unique forms,
Creating love, all more special and kind.

At first the snow is soft, gentle and warm,
Oh, how you long for more.
At first the snow is bright and glistining- with charm,
Oh, how love is something to adore.

As the snow continues to fall,
So does the passion, being received from him.
Never do you want the clouds to stall,
Disbursing the love (being lit from within.)

You look at the grass, once dead and brown,
To be comforted by a warm blanket of protection.
Then into the mirror, once a frown,
Has turned itself in the other direction.

After continuous streets, filled with white,
The ice slowly begins to melt.
After never being alone, throughout the night,
The absence slowly begins to be felt.

Before you know it, the streets are black,
And the grass too returns to its normal brown.
Before you know it, it's become a apparent fact,
That the love, once rose strong, melted and left town



6
Come to me in the dark of the night
And whisper my name
In your rhythmical, pacific, voice
Gently hold me close to you
And let me fall asleep
On your magnetic chest

Let my first vision of daylight
Be accompanied by your quiescent,
Genteel, body next to mine
Your beautiful eyes shut, as you dream,
I delicately wake you
With a gentle warm kiss

Walk with me to the ocean
And smell the sweet sea
As the rising sun warms the sand
Sit with me on the beach
And let's listen to the sound
Of the dancing waves


7

Silken threads that bond us to each other
Sourced in light from hearts own pool and phased so as not to smother
The Independent light of love---- in sibling, parent, lover
And companion in life's journey, offering hand with which to cover

Fears of failure, doubts and pain, all needs which fairly shared
Distribute and diminish, leaving space for dreams that dared
A Joint target of Life won, Tasks done, souls bared----
To closest scrutiny by our celestial parent; New Body pared

To heavenly form---- from that start in seedy clay
Made divine by love alone and caring, daring, sharing say
Life seen through someone else's eyes, a Golden piercing ray
Doth shine within us, bounces back, increases every day

The best in us, the blessed in us, the truth that truly may
Open the door knocked upon, in brothers heartfelt way
And Truth and Life, revealed in one
With One in All, does offer pay
In full


8

Was not your clay and mine
Co-mixed before our birth?
Is not your laugh and kind regard
The very substance of my mirth?

Does not your every tear
Drown my treasure ship?
It's not your form nor fame, My Love
That is the object of my worship.

It seems that you and I
Were from the same clay formed.
You breathe, I sigh; your heart, my beat
You came... my world has been transformed.


9

When you want the definition of a word,
where do you turn?
Do you,
flip through a dictionary,
call on a friend?

Well, I want the definition of Beauty,
but neither the largest dictionary,
nor closest friend,
Could do those sweet six letters any justice.

No Beauty magazine,
could give me the tip;
No fortune teller,
would be able to predict;
Ask a philosopher,
and he is confused.

But ask me,
and see what you would discover.
My answer would be,
true Beauty is defined only by
YOU.




10

Standing out under the stars
Reminds me of our memories
Of Happiness, sorrow, but mostly love...

And with you here right by
my side, I can say
Thanks to the "above"...

With That I can only
ask is this Using,
Love, or Bliss?...

But then again...
What's Love without
the start of Bliss...



11

Love, what is love?
Is it the happiness
of being brought together
from a strength sent from above?
Is it like the feel of joy?
As when to when you see your bundle of joy,
your babby girl or babby boy.
Is it a strength that can last?
I don't know....thinking of loves past.
But all and all love is a feeling
that no words can fully explain,
It can make a man do things known as insane,
Even though what he's doing might seem insane,
All he's trying to do is deal with love
and a good piece mind,
The kind of love that makes any person blind.