With the setting sun, your veil drifts in my sight, a delicate veil veiling memories of yore. Each night, nostalgia's bouquet blooms, filling the air with whispers of you. In every inhale, your scent lingers, a soft sigh of affection. And with each pulse, your ballads resound, a…

empty room and you always fill it up with love

poetry is your beautiful face contrasting the autumn moon

he searches her heart for beauty

be the hope inside their sadness

he keeps her safe inside his words

Escorted to the embracing arms
Of the night.

I never want to feel like someone’s obligation.

I weave whimsy in my hair and utter love-spells on the wind

She flashed me her soul and I was hooked.

She was a parfum, not a perfume and that made all the difference.

i love more
the real you
than
the perfect you

i am a mess of a poem falling off the pages and smeared

lonesome
dreams
they follow

He'll never stop reading her~

her quiet presence enthralls him
her heartbeat everywhere
her eyes hold his
in light and darkness
she is the only one
he ever wants close to him

her heart
whispers poetry
softly into my soul

Hold her tight, for no reason at all

steps cautiously
into the clearing
faint mist obscures
inhales notes of myrrh
crimson richened soil
softens every step
her dark forest awakened
upon my arrival

Know your worth.