Love's a Storm

The men and women, lost and lonely, searching and
wary, uncertain and ill prepared for what the heart can
lead them into.
Sometimes, love is right around the corner. It's the road
not taken that has suddenly intersected with that
congested road of life you're traveling, bringing you to a
harsh and sudden stop.
It's a look. It's a smile that warms you to the depths of
your soul, steals your breath, and pulls you aside as that
moment in time screams to a halt and leaves you
struggling to adjust.
It's the love you didn't expect.
It's the love you didn't ask for, hadn't thought about,
and you realize it's the love that heals the wounds in
your soul.
It's the love that will reveal the person you are, and the
life, though never perfect, that you never knew you
dreamed of.
Call it destiny, call it fate.
Or call it a gift from God.
Whichever, it's the dream and the everlasting hope for
the future.

Heartbreak

Don't talk anymore my love
Just look at me
and you will understand
how I feel.
Look deep in my eyes
and you'll see your name,
my soul's broken mirror.
I love you more than you believe,
like you are my life,
my other half,
my subconscious guardian angel.
Look around you,
has anyone loved you more than I do?
Never cry my love
cause you'll make me bleed.
Always be happy
cause your smile is a source of life for me.
I breathe when you breathe.
But forgive me
for what I say.
I know you feel nothing.
For you I'm just a silly game
that you played with once
and now you hate
even to look at.
I'm sorry for my feelings
I know they drown you,
they don't set you free.
Come and tell me you hate me
that there's no other chance,
no fake hope.
Don't show me, but tell me.
And then I will leave
I swear I will leave you,
my endless pain.
It's not your fault,
I can't blame you
it's me who loves you.
Tell me your truth
and you'll never see your name in my eyes again,
cause I'll keep our past and my love
in the bottom of my heart
and I'll be gone...

A Cardboard Box

Crawled under the house to retrieve
something's that I had fogotten.
While I took them out, I sorted and found
that most of what I'd stored, was damp and rotten.

As I sorted through the memories I once knew
stuck together were photos of you and me
As I pulled them apart, the memories rushed to my heart
past memories now a big part of all the others.


Was more then mold in that cardboard box
there were those memories of things from my past.
But as I now see, they will always be, in my hearts memories
and not those tangible things that just won't last.

Value

His hands are always warm, like they were made for my cold ones
His insecurities never goes away, and he needs me to reassure him
He's dark and light in all the best ways that someoe could be both
His handwriting is a scrawl of an angel and he knows it
Spend a second in his arms and you'll spend the rest of the night smelling him on your sweater
His morals and beliefs will save a life someday and if he has anything to do with it, it won't be his
There will never be another person out there for him who fits so perfectly into his life like I do, but that's the one thing I don't know how to tell him