I am the One

Love is a temptress

Egging me on.

Calling out of the blue

Take my defenses down

And fall for you.

                                                  All my dreams would come true
                                                    It's all because I am with you.
                                        I have never imagined that I'd meet someone
                                             Who would adore me as much as you do.
                                                     Tell me I'm not dreaming.

                                                                  For I believe
                                                That there is that soulmate for everyone.

                                                         You're meant for me,
                                                         I am the one for you.


---asheil.June 11, 2011.Saturday.1039Hrs.

                                                image courtesy of desktopnexxus

Happy Ever After

In celebration of Valentine's Day, here's one of the limited happy love poems I have written. For all the lovers, and the hearts that never fail to believe in Love.

Been thinking about You
And there's a storm brewing inside of Me.
The look in your eyes enthralled me,
How sweet it feels,
How right it is.
The passion just runs so deep.
The tenderness mystifies me.
To open the once numb heart.

Some spell hangs suspended.
A serene magic settles in.

I've heard "I Love You" said many times
But only when you said them
Did the words mean anything.

A spontaneous change naturally flowed.
An immaculate tale happily told.
The course of love between you and I
Is like a glorious song,
Its melody boundless.

You and I are one.
  

--sdc.9.5.2011.Monday.2220--

Tears

A scorching sensation that seared the soul,
Hot and fiery river wanting to break free.
Sighs of hope muffled in its furnace.
Taking different courses,
Arising from a lone source.
Burning the path that crosses its way.
Traces of scars
That echoes the pulsing in my blood.

And so they gushed forth
When the dam of control broke loss.
An uncontrollable surge of welled-up emotion
Rushing through the final border of sorrow.

-----August 2, 1998, Sunday @ 12NN----