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    I would love to stop and smell the flowers,
    but when exactly would that be?
    Too Busy. : (
















    Once I saw a rainbow above the ocean blue,
    Encompassed by a shadow
    Of every color and every hue.
    It was a large rainbow
    Most beautiful to see,
    and underneath the rainbow
    was nothing but the sea.
    I think it was a message
    Quite old, and yet still new,
    It takes both rain and sunshine
    To make the lovely view.
    As we go along life's highway
    A lot of rain must fall.
    But we can find the rainbow
    When the sun shines over all.





















    My Light

    The world is dark... there is nothing.
    Walking through this Abyss, I am alone.
    With none beside me, I Feel lost.
    I search endlessly in my Abyss for something, anything to bring me Joy.
    Nothing is found, and to my Throne of Pain I return.
    I grasp the Sceptre of Sorrow and claim my Seat once more...
    In the distance a brilliant light flickers.
    Casting aside the Sceptre I rise and step down from the Throne.
    The Light resolves itself as an Angel.
    Her face hidden, she has the most stunning wings hanging majesticly from her back.
    I call out to her in wonder.
    She raises her face and time crashes.
    Her beautiful face makes my heart ache, staring into her eyes, my heart is overcome by a warmth to invoke the jealousy of Sol.
    She stands before me, and I stand lost in her Beauty.
    She smiles at me shyly and then laughes when my face warms.
    She smiles once more and pulls her hand out of her cloak.
    In her hands is a orb that appears to be made of water.
    The center of the ball seems to emit a dark yet brilliant light.
    Upon closer inspection, I see that in the center of the orb, is a miniature heart.
    She smiles and holds to beautiful orb out to me.
    She answers my confused look by stepping forward and locking me in a warm embrace.
    As she pulls herself from my arms, she leans forward and gently caresses my lips with hers.
    Warmth spreads from my lips throughout my body and seems to contract into my heart.
    She once more offers The orb to me, And I understand this time...
    I understand that this Beautiful woman before me is offering me here love..
    And All she asks in return is mine...
    I will spend all of eternity and then more to return it to her.





















    You are my heaven
    the flower petals in your eyes
    the ocean in your arms
    the jewels in your heart
    everything precious
    everything tender
    every night with you
    is a dream
    you are my heaven



















    A simple red rose,
    so soft to the touch,
    is a perfect expression,
    of just how much...
    I love You.

    A simple red rose,
    so fragrant and supple,
    brushed on you gently,
    caresses shared by a couple.

    Whether given fresh cut,
    or dried pressed with dreams...
    a rose should be treasured,
    and cherished, it seems.

    A simple red rose,
    when given away,
    is a whispered reminder,
    of words I long to say...

    I love you.














    The silence of thunder, the darkness of lightening,
    Her mystery, her intrigue , so very inviting.
    Before you, she looks in your eyes silver-blue,
    Searching and seeking to find all that's true.
    She knows in a second, with only a glance -
    because she will leave nothing to chance..
    Her fingers slowly caress your jaw
    along it's strong outline, She sighs ......
    her rythmic breathing slows ... ...
    her body pressing up against yours so fine.
    Every inch of both bodies awakes a birth new,
    this is us ... this is me ... this is you.


















    Do you hear it?
    the slow melody?
    the tunes of the piano?
    the violins playing steadily?

    Can you feel it?
    I know I feel it too
    a voice vocalizing
    And all I need is you.

    You take my hand so gently
    as I ask you for a dance,
    My eyes they haven't left you
    since the first time that I glanced

    Your arms are wrapped around my neck
    And mine around your hips,
    I've never felt so calm before
    Or, felt anything like this

    Can you hear the music now?
    the song we're dancing to?
    did you realize in record time
    you flew me to the moon?

    I feel the clouds upon my face
    the stars have never been so bright,
    could a person ever plan
    a more beautiful moonlight?

    You dance so very beautifully
    I cannot help but stare
    the soothing look held in your eyes
    and your curly golden hair

    Here we are, just you and I,
    we're dancing in the sky,
    and yet I just can't seem to breath
    my feelings cannot lie.

    I can see the world quite clearly
    when I look into your eyes
    I held you close and dipped you
    as a shooting star passed by

    I can feel that you are happy
    as your lips softly touch mine,
    Wish I could take this moment
    and make it last for our life time

    I can feel you smile
    as you lay against my chest,
    I'm happy too, knowing I have
    finally found my quest

    But now the song is done
    and we must slowly pull apart
    you tell me you don't want to
    and that I've touched your heart

    but you don't need to worry
    a new song will start soon
    because its my turn now,
    to fly you to the moon.










    The Lady On The Sand

    I see a lady on the sand,
    skin so soft, a perfect tan.
    Curves like waves that smack the shore,
    her beauty makes a sailor roar.
    Long hair sparkling in the sun,
    I see her smile and am undone.
    Eyes shut tight, asleep like a lamb,
    I think that I could be her man.
    When she wakes and looks at the moon,
    I will serenade her with a tune.
















    Destiny....it is that passionate pursuit...
    It is that most wonderful and painful sense...
    It is that ideal that echoes in your mind...
    "This is what you are Made for"
    Destiny...it is that voice that haunts you...
    That tells you "Do not stop here"
    That tells you "You are not finished yet"
    That tells you "There is more..."
    Destiny ...it will not release you...
    It will not let you rest...
    It will not let you be satisfied...
    It will not share you with any mediocrity...
    Destiny...it forever retains the shape of your soul..
    The shape of your gifts...
    The shape of your passion...
    The shape of your contribution...
    Destiny...it will not be quenched without you...
    You must give yourself over to it...
    You must rest the whole weight of your soul upon it...
    You must let it carry you and take you where you could never go with out it...











    That Is Love

    Love is a strange and beautiful thing,
    It spans time and space, distance is no object to love.
    You will wait forever for the one you love,
    Travel wherever you need to be with them.
    When you are in the arms of the one you love,
    That love can make a moment last a lifetime,
    Yet make a lifetime seem no more than a moment.
    When love is distant it grows strong,
    When it returns it flowers.
    People crave it, strive for it, fight for it, and die for it,
    And when they find it, they know they are complete.
    For in the arms of the one we love is wholeness,
    Belief, completeness, passion, and security.
    The one we love is someone for whom we would do anything,
    And never ask for anything in return.
    It produces a love of all that person is and will ever be,
    Regardless of what that may mean to me.
    Love knows that when you are away, That you are still loved, cherished, thought after, and missed
    By the one you love,
    And they know that you love them back.
    That is Love.

    ~ Nicolas Blackmore















    ~ Passion's Flames ~

    A touch, soft and tender.
    A whisper, full of desire
    A gasp of sweet surrender
    As passion fuels the fire

    No words spoken between them
    No promises to be kept
    No lies being told tonight
    No looking back - no regrets

    Longing to hold each other
    Such precious little time
    Both vowed to another
    Being lonely their only crime

    Tomorrow bringing sorrow
    A brief moment of shame
    With the memory of this one night
    A release from passion's flames.



















    She Beckons Me

    She hid in the shadows, Slept naked in warm
    Twilight grass, Under a silvery blue Moon,
    She closed her eyes - And beckoned me again,
    There was a fire where she lied,
    Tell me do you have love In your eyes?

    Don't answer and take my hand astride
    Let's slip away from a world gone awry,
    I'll ask no question for tomorrow we could die,
    The milky mist cleared, missing was the one,
    Who beckoned me dear, no longer I can see
    Where she has gone? Here comes the singing
    Of blues alone, Where neither lover
    Rules for long, But there's a sadly gong,
    No one belongs, love lost is a prophet's Deity song.
    Yet she beckons me!











    Love is like magic
    and it always will be,
    For love still remains
    life's sweet mystery.

    Love works in ways
    that are wondrous and strange
    And there's nothing in life
    that love cannot change!

    Love can transform
    the most commonplace
    Into beauty and splendor
    and sweetness and grace.

    Love is unselfish,
    understanding and kind,
    For it sees with its heart
    and not with its mind.

    Love is the answer
    that everyone seeks...
    Love is the language
    that every heart speaks.

    Love can't be bought,
    it is priceless and free,
    Love, like pure magic,
    is life's sweet mystery!










    "Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life"











    "Raindrops Raindrops
    Are such funny things.
    They haven't feet or haven't wings.
    Yet they sail through the air
    With the greatest of ease,
    And dance on the street
    Wherever they please."















    My love for you is a journey;
    Starting at forever,
    And ending at never















    Morning breaks the spell of night
    like the quiet approach of death
    but there is peace upon the land
    before the jolt awake.

    It is a jolt to mind, heart, soul,
    when the return from sleep
    lands one in the deep end
    of life's cauldron of desire.

    Desire bubbles on the earthly plane
    beneath a calm facade
    and beneath the choices made
    that render us immobile.

    Sometimes desire tickles me
    with its outrageous needs
    until laughter brings the tears
    that propagate dismay.

    Desire, you see, no bedfellow
    to the happiness in me
    because it always pulls the covers off
    and leaves me shivering.

    "Hello, Desire" and desire merely smiles
    the wicked smile of one who knows
    it's programmed not to leave
    until the spell of night
    settles in to daylight hours!









    One day perhaps when love finds its voice
    it will speak a language without any words
    but all who stand by will well understand
    each inflection and nuance and each syllable.

    It's a language renowned for simplicity,
    for clarity and complete honesty
    and it's beautiful really in its own way
    made up as it is quite naturally.
    I love you, I do, hear it now, for soon,
    silence will descend






















    ~ Absence ~

    My love is like the sun that warms me when I am cold,
    And like the cool water of the brook that refreshes me.
    My love knows the secret pleasures of my soul,
    And delights with me in fulfilling them.
    Who is my love but the soul of my soul,
    And the reason for every beat of my heart.
    Who fills me with life in the joy of her presence,
    And returns to me more than I have given.
    Come to me, my love, I die without you.
    Each day is eternity, waiting for your touch.
    Remove the tears from my eyes and the ache in my heart,
    Be closer than my breath, all my days, all my nights.













    She delved in the corners, searched the blue sky,
    dug holes in the dirt, and surveyed the air
    but there was no magic in sparkling display
    to draw from within her innate fantasy.

    She remembers it well for she made it all up
    from wishes and needs and amazing dreams
    then buried it deep but not deep enough.

    Fantasy dies by the will of the mind
    and it's the exchange of energy
    that makes the minds awesome magic
    dead and dreary, miserable, spent,
    unable to ever again fantasize you
    into being undeniably real!


















    The most precious possession that ever comes

    To a man in this world

    Is a woman's heart.


















    ~ In Your Arms ~

    When the flowers dance with morning breeze
    My beloved gives me a hug with tight squeeze
    Sensibility of affection gives such subtle balms
    When you snugly take me in your beautiful arms

    My heart flies away like a rose petal
    Wafting in the air in an entranced waddle
    In my heart love oozes through deepest fjords
    Rests my heart and soul, where pure love flows

    I am so protected from savage worldly blows
    As if being loved and cared with all the cures
    In your arms I feel so comforting and say
    Promise to hold me forever, never go away

    You melt me down with your tender embrace
    Under the moonlight, distant stars, and craze

    I close my eyes and feel the romantic touch
    could not hold to say that I love you so much.


















    Fly To Me by Unrequited

    Your heart is free wild and forever untamed
    never knows what to do your love soars...
    an eagle, flying anywhere it wants to go ...
    but not here.

    my tears are tumbling for distance between
    us is far too great and your wings cannot
    reach you cannot see the love in my eyes
    and so you fly away ...to a love that you can feel.

    if i was there... would you build a nest with me?
    if you could reach me would you fly into my arms?
    your heart is free and until i am there, ...
    there's nothing i can do.

    there will come a day when i am there to hold you
    and kiss you when you're cold
    when i am there for you to keep,
    will your love still fly about
    looking for a different nest?
    or will you find a home in me?

    my heart remains open and i have nowhere to fly
    so when our time arrives oh won't you please fly to me?
    fly to me, stay with me never leave my loving arms...

    i'll let you fly, if that's your desire but i pray that once with me,
    you'll never leave... just promise your heart will stay with me.
    my love is forever yours and will never fly away.
















    "Belladonna: In Italian, a beautiful lady;
    in English a deadly poison."

    - Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary




















    You kissed me!
    My head drooped low on your breast
    With a feeling of shelter and infinite rest,
    While the holy emotions my tongue dared not speak,
    Flashed up as in flame, from my heart to my cheek;
    Your arms held me fast; oh! your arms were so bold --
    Heart beat against heart in their passionate fold.
    Your glances seemed drawing my soul through mine eyes,
    As the sun draws the mist form the sea to the skies.
    Your lips clung to mine till I prayed in my bliss
    They might never unclasp from the rapturous kiss.






















    Speak to me

    Speak to me of tenderness, That lingers in your hands;
    Reflecting there the beauty, That lies deep within the man.
    Speak to me of passion, In a lover's soft caress;
    Like dancing springtime breezes, Filled with gentleness.
    Speak to me of longing, Planted deep within a soul;
    The aching need for ecstasy, That a lover's touch makes whole.
    Speak to me of whispers, Falling on a lover's ear;
    Words that fill the emptiness, Of a heart that longed to hear.
    Speak to me of blossoms, That are kissed by morning dew;
    And I will show you beauty, That is seen, my love, in you.
    We lie in each others arms eyes shut and fingers open
    and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies
    like strings of fire.















    Passions revealed, desires sedated,
    never once believed, such pleasures awaited.

    Romance claimed lost, desire now greed,
    no estatic long nights, just fullfilling a need.

    But with lingering glances, on satin smooth skin,
    through the night we languish, in the erotica of skin.

    A candle lit dinner, alone to test our will,
    champaine on ice , inhibitions to chill.

    A fire in the hearth, our only light,
    yet hold back the urges, as passion fills the night.

    Caressing your hair, a massage designed to please,
    your breathing grows soft, a sensual tease.

    Lips finally meet, so tender and hoping,
    tongues intertwine, searching not groping.

    Finger tips trace, from your neck down your spine,
    awakening nerves the pleasure , divine.

    Cloths whisper as they fall to the floor,
    bringing pleasure in the skin they show,
    no rush no hurry all night, to take it slow.

    A trail of kisses, the soft backs of knees,
    bodies aching yearning, eager to please.

    By the light of the fire, two bodies join in an ancient rite,
    as soft moans of pleasure, become the sounds of the night.





















    They sat for a while by the canal in Cologne
    and considered quietly their first altercation,
    in person that is having gone quiet
    at times in phone conversations.
    A hand reached out seeking contact
    with another and they forgot what
    was wrong watching the boats drift past.











    Looking out of the window, staring out in the sun,
    She longs for the meaning of life...
    Outside her walls, How she longs to pluck
    up a flower and dine in its fragrance.
    But still she sits, on her own very chair,
    Afraid of her very own garden.

    Should she creep off her chair?
    No, she must sit, she is afraid, -
    she'll have tomorrow for her garden.











    Let us not underestimate the power of hope.
    No matter how fleeting its life, It offers to us
    the most convincing And fulfilling power.
    Hope is sweet. Hope is illumining.
    Hope is fulfilling. Hope can be everlasting.
    Therefore, do not give up hope
    Even in the sunset of your life.











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    The voice of beauty speaks softly;
    it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls"

    - Friedrich Nietzsche









Thank-you HappyLovely, this is really beautiful

















    W atching the stars twinkle, frozen in the winter sky. I wonder what they can see up there, from their thrones of light, in their castle of darkness











    I dream of happy things, in a place where no one goes.






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    Ah, women. They make the highs higher
    and the lows more frequent.

    - Friedrich Nietzsche






















    "He felt now that he was not simply close to her,
    but that he did not know where he ended and she began."















    The gates of heaven open I see a beautiful lady walking
    I watch her from my bedroom window
    I hear the birds talking
    Why do I sing this loving song?
    Your blonde hair blowing away my fears
    I gaze at your face, and you shed a tear
    I will take you to a place filled with secrets.
    I wish to kiss those enchanted lips
    I crave to hold those two miraculous hands
    And whisper into your ear Touch your soft beautiful face
    and Tell you why today we are in this place,
    I will take away all the pain and sorrow and,
    We shall meet again tomorrow I wake up from this daydream . . .
    How I wish...we have the same destiny...




















    So many times you have come to me in your desperate hour of need.

    My heart cries for you as I watch your pain unfold before my eyes.

    You felt worthless and hopeless; all your inner peace had faded.

    You wanted to give up on life and part ways with this world.

    But an angel came down from the heavens to save you

    Because you are still here with me today.

    I wished that you could see yourself

    The way that I see you.

    Talented & Beautiful

    You are to me.




    The light within you is a gift from God, Don't ever let that light fade.

    I love you.










    My velvet brush dips deep and lingers there
    in the warm inkwell of your endless desire
    the ink of passion flows for me tonight
    so I may show you how It feels my muse
    to be so truly needed by an ardent lover

    I hunger to write poems of love's power
    upon the warm supple parchment of your skin
    secret words that only you can comprehend
    till my brush runs dry and I return to dip again
    in ink made by god for the calligraphy of desire














    I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

    - Pablo Neruda
















    THE WARMTH WITHIN
    touch me with your hand my dear
    pull me close against your chest
    hold me in your arms my dear
    your heartbeat giving me rest
    let my hands my dear caress your skin
    feeling the warmth my dear the warmth within
































    Starry Skies

    The wind is whispering on this starry night,

    The moon is glowing, you're holding me tight.

    The waves are crashing on the rocky shore.

    The crickets are singing. Who could want more?

    As I gaze into your eyes, we're dancing under the starry skies.

    You are saying you love me so.

    Am dreaming? I can't let go.












    Don't you wish you could open the door
    to whatever season you felt like
    at that very moment?


















    Looking into your eyes
    I felt myself falling in love with you
    You said I love you....and I did too.

    We went to our very own special spot
    For no real reason at all
    We sat and talked and looked at one another
    And then the rain began to fall

    We could have just left as quick as we came
    But no, you wanted to stay in the rain.
    You asked me a question I'll never forget
    Have you ever tasted raindrops?

    I looked at you funny and you gave me a sigh
    The cutest of looks, as I wondered," why"?
    Why, did you ask me to taste the rain?
    Really, what did have to loose or to gain?

    So, I watched you with a careful eye,
    And did the same as you
    You were looking up at the cloudy sky
    But my eyes fixed on you like glue

    I lifted my head to look at the sky
    And closed my eyes really tight,
    Just as I thought I'd caught a raindrop
    You suddenly held me tight

    I opened my eyes with slight alarm,
    As you kissed me soft and sweet,
    I remember that kiss like it was yesterday
    can still feel raindrops on my cheek.

    I tasted the raindrops like never before,
    It was worth every second of bliss,
    Every time I think of that moment
    I think of my raindrop kiss

    We sat close together on that one special rock
    And we held each other tight,
    Then almost as suddenly as it came...
    The rain stopped, and became night

    The most beautiful colors I've ever seen
    Came out on the western sky,
    The sun was setting and the moment was perfect
    A moment money cannot buy

    As the sun slowly set and the sky lit up
    You began carving our names in our rock,
    I told you I 'll never forget this moment
    In my heart this memory is locked

    As our names were finished and permanently engraved
    We watched the sun finish its day
    We slowly got up to leave this place
    Which was a year ago this May

    I haven't been to that spot in a year
    Where did all the time go?
    I will visit this place alone this time
    And I will finally let you go

    This memory will be in my heart forever
    But you will not remain in my mind,
    I don't know if that love, will be seen again
    For that love- I cannot find

    I will go to this spot as we promised we would
    But you will not be there this time
    Why is it that you can't keep your promise?
    I know that I'm keeping mine

    Never again will I taste the raindrops
    The way I did with you,
    And when I go to this spot again
    I will say goodbye to you.






Thank you Wahnsinn





























    Merry Christmas to all...and to all a good night














    I wish that I could wrap up
    all the love and Holiday cheer
    That comes along with Christmas
    and with New Year's every year,
    I'd pack it in a pretty box, and put it on my shelf
    And pull it down again each year, and give it to myself.





















































    When Santa Claus Comes

    A good time is coming, I wish it were here,
    The very best time in the whole of the year;
    I'm counting each day on my fingers and thumbs-
    The weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.
    Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,
    And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,
    I'll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs,
    For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.







    It is FREEZING outside!




























































    Adorable!





    Best wishes to you in this season of merriment





























































     


     


    Thank You 01ylmz





































































































































    Love and chocolate...the two go hand in hand don't they?