She bared her soul to me
Bared her soul in beautiful hues my dull eyesight couldn’t dissect
The canvas painted in shades I could barely detect
And I still see the rainbow in the browns of eyes
And brown eyes seem so common
Hers were anything but
They shined so bright the world dimmed when they shut.
So I blinked when she blinked
Winked when she winked
So I’d never live in a world without that light
And if ever she went blind I’d gift her my sight
Because the world needs those eyes
With each amber iris
Those irises that can capture the hue of the rain
Down to each drop’s stain
That can take the cool of the storm
And match the sun’s sense of warm
She paints pictures that remind you of the first day you were born
Everything is real
So real it’s exciting and terrifying
Life giving and death defying
So vivid if I described it I wouldn’t know where to start
My first love I fell in love with the artist as beautiful as her art.

Will you love me when I'm 80
When I walk and talk real slow?
Will you love my wrinkles
If I let them show?
Will you hold me every night
And kiss me in the morning light?
And when I see my last sunrise
Will you hold me when I die?

sacred drum thumping
ancient rhythms
living eternally
throughout earth
the sound births
a percussion
of subconsciousness.

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As I rest my head upon your chest each & every night.
The beat of your heart whispers softly into my ear
“Do not worry or be afraid sweetheart, because we
both know,  that this has always been what is right.”
Then you say,  “I am finally back where I have always
belonged. Our love has never faded, because stronger
then ever, I can still feel our two hearts beating as one.”

Lopez ©reationz 2010

Warm was the early spring morning,
Cuckoos in the trees were cooing,

The sparkling sun and blue sky yearned to dance
and both did exchange shy glances,

There I was working in my yard,
The neighbour strolled by watching with eyes hard,

The fence was of wood picket made,
I stood and stretched by the garden's golden gate,

The street yet in slumber curled and yawned,
I watched the departing robes of dawn,

By the by a step gentle was heard walking by,
The sight made me with joy want to cry,

It was a young lad dressed in white
And upon his head rested a cap round and bright,

A book he lovingly cradled to his chest,
Off to a place of solitude was he, he was one blessed,

As to the ground kneeled I for the soil to prepare
Mine ears upon the air heard a rustle rare,

It was the sound of a skirt fluttering,
Patterns with flowers red all over floating,

My head did bump upon the fencing post,
My concentration vanished like a ghost,

Awkwardly I rose to my feet,
My senses sent scuttling and me flushing with heat,

We two were strangers, both unmarried,
But you did on that spring morning pause and tarry,

Our eyes locked and smiled
And you with fiery beauty my heart beguiled,

Words of greeting were sung as I dropped my garden tool,
You whispered you were late for to teach at the school,

My crippled reply remained stitched upon my lips,
My mouth frozen with love's words etched on my tongue's tip,

I imagined a feeling intense, warm and rare,
Would that I had dared to embrace and with you a kiss shared,

From my mind to spine did my body tingle
With the immense pleasure to love with you mingle,

A kiss with you upon your luscious lips scented with a rose,
O, with that glorious song I could my book of life thus close,

This and much more that lovely day I dreamed,
How long ago it now seems,

In the beating of a heartbeat
You forever disappeared down the street,

You were gone without a shadow or trace,
In my heart you left a hollow place.



©Rangzeb Hussain

I dare not take even one more glance
For your beauty captures my soul
There's no escaping love's sweet trance
That comes from your radiant glow

You hold my desires, in the palm of your hand
With the mere mention of your name
Your wishes now, forever my command
Like a genie grants fortune and fame

You're the masterpiece, the artist paints
Each time that he raises his brush
Your presence, causes the flowers to faint
And your whisper, my heartbeat to hush

They speak of your beauty, in the Heavens above
They call you the treasure, the goddess of love