In my agony I reach for the warmth of your comfort
But you have been gone now for three summers
In my tears I drown seeking the last remnants of your aura
Hoping somewhere in my mind they still wander
The scent of your hair I remember in its fullness and its texture
I am overcome but there will be no rescue
There will be no It’s okay honey I love you
There will be no tender kisses and reassuring whispers
There will be no crying together and the intensity of intimacy after
There will be no angel with hazel eyes
Lying next to me beautifully in all her glory
The flowers of my soul wither in need of sunlight and water
Desolation slowly moves closer and closer and the days wane
Nights are cold and the dread of my heart is spending the winter alone
Oh that I could recapture what I so sadly lost
Though I resist the heart wants what it wants
In my wretched state intrusive thoughts taunt
I’ve searched my soul three times over
And I have found that you are still my endless desire
Like holy relics I ponder as my tears fall on your pictures
I touch your face gently and send you loving whispers
It is in the late hours that I pour out my essence
Wildly dancing alone remembering the substance of your passion
I write letters to you hoping the winds of love will carry them
In my remembrance I separate you from all others
You are the one who touched me deeply
And left an indelible mark on me
Must I roam endlessly with your mark on me
While other angels shun me because of jealousy
Am I sentenced to life without the possibility of love
Do you not see that my heart burns with the fire of envy
Though I am consumed with emotion I wait patiently
But in my sorrow I die daily
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You invade my memories constantly
Every time unknowingly taking a piece of me
With nothing left to give I am left empty
The solace that comforts me
Is knowing that you once loved me
At early morning hours I surrender to sentimentality
Immersing myself in the lingering essence of you completely
In my willing immersion the tears run
My love if you could only see
I walk in cold winds with my arms extended
Sending kisses through my spirit hoping you can feel me
Rescue me Touch me
Take me away from desolation and agony
In my mortal flesh I am but a man
But on the wings of your love I transcend
Hidden in the nurturing darkness of your comfort
I am reborn again and again -
Your aroma is as sweet as your aura.
You must be properly appreciated in my savor.
I inhale you deeply and hold my breath
For as long as I can, before release.
I am infused with you and intoxicated
in my unapologetic indulgence;
My will to please you is beyond
Even my own comprehension;
The sky could fall and still
I would be wrapped up in your ascension.
The deep waters of your soul,
Is where I take my euphoric immersion;
The black waterfall that is your hair, flows,
Brushing seductively against your contours;
The silhouette of an angel beheld in my eyes.
You strip away from me torment and agony;
I am resurrected in your affection daily —
Giving to you all that is within me uninhibitedly.
The diamonds that are your eyes shine …
I rejoice knowing that you are mine;
A love that could never be bought;
A love that they could never find. -
Unexpected passionate kisses,
And utterances of loving whispers
On affectionate midnight summers,
Are the the soil, sunlight, and water
For the soul’s blooming flowers. -
Your betrayal was subtle,
But my intuition scoured
The depths of your soul,
Diligently seeking the thing
I hoped not to find;
You told me that you loved me,
But there was a contradiction in your eyes.
I was wounded deeply,
But I held it inside,
Hoping that my intuition had lied.
And on that day in its blatant revelation
I wasn’t surprised;
Still, on the inside I cried.
In the midst of pain,
still, I marveled at your pretty eyes,
And sensual lips that spake
Beautiful lies.
A thousand rains could never
Wash away the stain,
Even though you apologized.
My parting words were,
I love you;
Goodbye. -
It must be said of sorrow that the sufferer cares not of tomorrow,
For Life is lived on the edge so the numb soul can feel again;
Tears flow within four walls and agony is undocumented,
But the weeping soul knows that is is wounded;
In the throes of torment dreams of love seem so distant;
Lovers come and go like the changing of the seasons.
The anxious heart longs for warmth when winter approaches
but the chill of cold loneliness pervades.
The once resoluteness of their being fades …
In weeping plea they lament and say,
Who will love us to the end of our days?
Gray hair sets in and the nails are brittle and hardened;
With wrinkled faces and cloudy eyes near blindness
The old reflect on their lives in quiet lament and great sadness,
Stretching forth frail hands under dim lamplight
As if reaching for a piece of the past to be rewritten;
Their utterances incoherent, mumbling prior words spoken
Attempting to bring back some semblance of living,
Because for so long they have been heartbroken
With souls exposed to the cold and hearts frozen .
Old photos over worn fireplaces resurrect fond memories of the past
And in that precious moment the aged get up and start to dance.
Throwing aside pride, they cry for love lost and for love never pursued;
More precious than diamonds now are the memories of their youth.
Though near blindness, in the mind they see clearly,
For even in grayness and frailty they glow in their beauty.
Years of torment and agony causes the body to age rapidly,
But they have survived many brutal winters untold;
They whisper to themselves laughingly,
Though I am old, I have breath yet within me;
Love is still within reach and not just a memory. -
In exploring your heart,
One day I became lost in you;
Still, here I abide wrapped in warmth
And in no need of rescue.Janet Jackson – Someday Is Tonight
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The essence of me still holds you tightly in loving caress;
The stubbornness of my heart refusing to let go
Of intimate moments and kisses endless.
I am trapped in time, preserved in ice from the cold winter of loneliness;
My eyes cry … the warm tears fall.
In the clutter of my mind I clear a space for you.
You dance with me intimately and you are again mine;
Or at least for a time.
Come home with me, and let’s rekindle a once raging fire
That slowly faded to embers;
I had tried to find a way out many times, but I am lost in your rapture.
Vividly I commune with you in dreams,
But when I awake the sight of you is hard to capture.
The indelible mark you left on me is impressed upon my heart eternally.
With your hair curled and eyes bright I see you;
Your warm smile and beautiful aura
Entangling me in deep passion of rare memories.
I loved you deeply, always pouring out of myself the deep well
Of intimacy, love, and sensuality so you’d always remember me.
Oh heaven, that I could hold her once more;
That she could see solemn eyes that for so long have cried.
No, no, I must pull away and temper my desolate soul,
Lest my heart longs for you for an eternity;
But despite my constant protest, my heart no longer belongs to me. -
The sorrow in our eyes that we carry
Is the rendering of our lives,
For our sorrows have been many.
We savor tranquility, for our joys are momentary.
With tears, we strive to be alive struggling to find buoyancy,
While Sinking in life’s troubled waters with hearts that are heavy.
We scream at the shore waving our arms frantically
Trying to get the attention of society;
But though they see, they turn away blindly.
We must collectivize to become our own safety,
Calmly lifting each other out of dark waters
And find warmth on the ship with healing light that sails peacefully. -
The precious essence of a woman is revealed past the mere sensual appeal of her exterior. Her soul must be nurtured in the rich soil of eternal rapture with sunlight and plenty of water. In the gradual opening of her heart, she becomes a blooming flower with the intoxicating fragrance of a white gardenia. With roots firmly planted, she is unmovable even in stormy weather; her petals are delicate so you must protect her and be tender in the way you handle her. Her beauty will attract many but they could never touch her. She is a wonder and stunning in the magnificence of her color. Certainly, jealous eyes gaze upon her in the glory of her splendor. With genuine love and affection she will never wither. In the warmth of intimacy she will thrive and effortlessly survive the cold harshness of the winter. Daily, you must lovingly whisper to her even in her slumber. In divine balance, her exposure to sunlight, water and nutrients must be evenly measured. Without uprooting her, the majesty of her existence must be treasured. A perennial, year after year she is made beautiful in her renewal. The strength of love is found in patience because its foundation is gradual. Deeply rooted in compassion, our love is everlasting and her elegance eternal.
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