She came to me in a dream

Don't underestimate the depths of my love. 

Think about the ocean. 

I'm not a simple ditch you can fill with shattered glass. 

I feel like a broken mirror that holds on to your reflection in hopes of seeing you again but that knows it won't.

I lengthen my dreams when I see you in them so I can hold on to you a little longer. 

Neruda once wrote:

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

To think he wrote so long ago but in language that we all can speak when we learn of longing and long lost loves that intensly were but are never to be. 

You place my mind at ease

You place my mind at ease,
You make my true aim miss,
You hold my all my desire
Your beaty what I admire

I often think...

I often think of kissing you.

Slowly siping sweet sentiment 

From you I await but a cue 

To fulfill my heart's contentment

Is there a more noble pursuit?

More worthy a goal to reach?

Than to pluck the forbidden fruit 

Even if I must lose my speech 

I often think of holding you 

Lovingly on a warm embrace 

Oh my dear, If only you knew

How glad I am to hold your grace 

If I only had but one wish, 

I would wish for many wishes, 

Then to be in kisses rich

And hold you as if with stitches.

Someone's Eyes

To lose oneself in someone's eyes

when the abyss is gazing back,

can't help to think if it is wise,  

to stare with flare shrouded in black

I must confess shortness of breath.

Your gaze might bring about my death.

When lost at sea, what can I do?

But think of you, drowning in blue.

Since first I saw you

Dear -------,
I wrote this poem just for you
In hopes that my words will ring true
For words are the means to meaning.
Please enjoy what you are reading.
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Since first I saw you, I knew
Of your type there are but few
Your beauty unmatched by any
Your virtues there are too many 

Must I write about your hair
Your Golden lucks, more than fair
Perhaps about your clear blue eyes
In them something that paralyze. 

I would not dear to miss
To write about your kiss
So soft I nearly don't feel
How it brings all of me to kneel 

For all my faults of which they're many
They are not worth but a penny
If compared with my affection
For to me you are perfection

I Dance the Blues

For you, tonight I dance the blues

I wear a shirt, I tie my shoes

For tonight, I dance the blues

For if I must grief, this I choose 

To My Red Queen

If I sadly said I love you

and that missing you makes me blue

that you can't have a hint, a clue

of how deeply in me you grew

If I madly mean to miss you

more than most men will ever do

and my feelings proud, pure and true

rage as if caged in a city zoo

If I were to change through and through

from my horrid habits to hairdo

and without a doubt this you knew,

as that your cats at night mew.