I don’t know how to say I love you when the sun showers you with warmth,

I don’t know how to say I love you when the rain quenches your thirst,

I don’t know how to say I love you when the bees shares your nectar,

I don’t know how to say I love you.

I only know that I adore you,

I only know that I treasure you,

I only know that I am one with you.

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None nor some, only one

Tis a fine line,
From here til there,
It’s bold and colorful,
Stirs the emotions in directions none but one.

Tis a fine point,
Sharp as a sword,
Blunt as a hammer,
Strikes the soul in no ways but one.

None nor some,
Only one,
A droplet falls into the the river of all,
Stirs the emotions and strikes the soul in no ways but one.

My Creation

My heart screams within a blaze of inner desires,
My body materializes what my mind conceives.

A burning sensation runs through my body,
A vision appears, wrapped around a moment of ecstasy.

Images soaring, passions are flaring,
My body dances to the beat of my heart,
Slowly my soul is breaking free..

Until it is finally released upon the veins of the earth.

Child of Silence

In a moment of silence a tear is born,
Glimmering through the shadows leaving its trail of pain and sorrow.

In the shadows a whisper is born,
Reverberating agaiinst walls of torment shattering the very barriers of man.

Within the darkness of silence a child is born,
Filled joy, this child brings forth light into the hearts of man.

I Remember

I remember the first day I saw you,
The first time I saw your smile,
The first time I saw the sparkle in your eyes.

I remember the first time I talked to you,
The first time I heard your sweet voice,
The first time I was with you.

I remember the first time I thought of you,
The first time I admired your beauty,
The first time I fell in love with you.

Restless

In the midnight of restless sleep,
I awake to the sound of darkness,
My mind is in too deep,
Limited energy I try to harness,

The curtains unfold,
The stars shine brightly,
Proud and magnificent in the shivering cold,
Turning my glance ever so slightly,

Thoughts of heroic battles,
Daring adventures,
Horsemen rounding up cattle,
Right up into greener pastures,

The past I often visit,
Hardly of mine,
Difficult to imagine how i often miss it,
Like a rusty can of tin,

It will always make a noise when i kick it.