Standing on the ledge
Ready to fall
Thoughts of her
Pursuit across
Open channels
We were meant to be
As the old saying
Somehow
I mistaken everything
A fool
Whose life was misfired?
By a sure promise
She grace me in a manner
That seems special
Way beyond my childhood days
An adolescent
Caught in a web of shame
She embarrass me
In front of many associates
Trapped
Now I must contend
A love
With no motive
To intertwine
Dumbfounded
Crowds gathering to see
This unheraled act
Splat!!!!
Another soul
Given to the devil

Today, I buried a friend
Afraid to face
The next phase in life
Helpless
To watch
This dreadful disease
Pass on to another generation
No cure has been found
She pulls the plug
from the bedside
Of her dearest father
Hoping he will be
Peaceful in a place
Of sanctuary
We were about to wed
Then death showed up
Ruining a perfect ceremony
Our love
Disconnected once more
She needs her space
For now
Where will I go after that?
To a trail of broken segments
Which cannot fix?
I love her as I always do
She will love again
Once fatality clears
Her doorway

Recognizing that lovely dress
At the Chancellor's Ball
Perceiving her on the palace floor
Chancing to dance with Tacita
Too many suitors
Crowding the scene
Imagine us
Holding each other
Following the engagement
To the promenade
Gazing for an opportunity
for morning tea
At my cottage
Over looking the glossy pond
Our yearning can ment
A hight of lost hope

The roaring sea collides on the rocky shores
As we watch
From heights above
Inside the lighthouse
Between us stands a cool breeze of harmony
Wondering
To take this relationship further
Perfect are we
A bond so unbreakable
Eternity carrying
As hearts renew
Our words be timeless
Lifelines singling out
To someone not true
Deception
Is a honey bee sting
Flavoring a taste
So souring to be turned out
Enviable confinement
A query so embracing, I rather not
Who else
Can interchange a dominance of passion

Misty waters whisk my body
I cannot see
Right before me
Blurry is my vision
A mystify sound, I hear
With footsteps not very far
Who can that be
Feeling a precious touch
Behind me
I turned in this steamy irrigate
A mistress stands near
Before I speak
Her soft fingers surrenders my lips
Whispers in my ear
Her maiden name
Sounds so melodious
Attempted to grasp her by hand
As she refuses
The haze clears up
To an unbearable sight
A divine creature of elegance
As I imagine
How can this emergence of love mend a broken heart?

Significance is her attributes
If she can open her heart
Love will spread
As essence mature
Months pass-by
We're different ethnics as blood remains equivalent
Who are we to judge by skin?
She masses with the enemies
That hurt those
When alone
Feelings are joined
Purging our souls
Releases energy
To tenderness as we seek
Closeness is at best
At heart with gentle tears
Who am I
To love someone
Who is lost

A voguish painting
An Irish mistress
Privileged
To clover innovation
A distributing brush
Exquisiteness insight
In her scenery of allurement
Creative brilliance shadowing beyond
Artistic ability with portrait sensitivity
A non-demeanor spectable
A fondness
To erase a scrawl or smidgen
This woman of latex