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Kiss the Rain

I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain

Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain

Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain

Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain

If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain

* Power or Force

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

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In Your Dreams

Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
  I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
  Wondering, were we ever there or not?

A crescent moon smiled down on me,
  Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
  And it was there, that me, you found.

Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
  As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
  My love for you, I could not hide.

I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
  A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
  Your gentle voice was the only sound.

My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
  While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
  In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.

I was embraced within your arms,
  As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
  When our kindred spirits did entwine.

So sad was I when the time came to part,
  As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
  When I awoke and found you there.

        Waking Dreams Contest

            April, 4th, 2014

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Cowboy Hoe Down

This long awaited date -
a hoedown it’s to be
shy smiles as we head in
we touch hands nervously

We allemande left and do-si-do
Then both head ladies chain
and breathlessly we meet 
in each other’s arms again

We swirl in sawdust on the floor
to the tune sweet Bye and Bye
Evocative is the patter
as the gold moon rises high

An anticipated moment
as the fiddle fades away
Your denim and my lace
soon lie buried in the hay

Sweet echoes of the evening
fill passion in the soul
Upon the amber straw
we both have lost control

written October 27, 2014 by Rick Parise and Andrea Dietrich
For Shadow Hamilton's Cowboy Hoe Down Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Soon To Join Two

Amidst this greenery and purple heather Azure blue skies grace our naked souls Beneath the Cullins on the Isle of Skye Two in love sharing adventurous goals On our tartan blanket facing each other Noses in touch sharing kisses aplenty Rapid they are in teasingly smother Tongues now fence, complimentary Wandering hands on porcelain skin Gracing, caressing, she sighs as I do Arching her back, her breasts in rise Pert to the air, this soon to join two Slowly in kissing crawl, to her lips I Caressing undulations, blushing she Our eyes meet, for they tell no lies In loving clasp she welcomes me Rhythmic we are in this rustic place Seismic groans of wonderment cry Skin to skin of loving abrasions Two fused astride my manly thighs Gyrating hips in sensuous grind Internal flows await their desire Passionate kisses now frenzied Fusion of two in wanting transpire

Copyright © James Fraser

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Wishes For A Friend

To my best friend, I wish you peace
beyond this moment’s breath.
of prayerful mind as thoughts unwind,
I wish you happiness.

I came to call on you today
with clover in my palm,
of emerald fine, the four-leaf kind,
my spirit wished you calm.

You’ve forsaken love again…
Oh friend, why guard your heart
from taste of wine, affections fine?
With warm tears, you depart.

I wish for your life health and joy,
a hand to hold your dreams… 
contented days, passion always,
lips iced in buttercream.

My sweet friend, you deserve romance
and nights of ravished skies -
a million stars strung from afar
over ecstatic cries.

True love comes maybe once a life;
true love, they say, is rare.
For you, my friend, I’d share my truth,
to show how much I care.

A love rooted deep in friendship,
my friend, you’re my soulmate. 
Our love shall grow to heights of stars;
surrender to our fate.

I wish for you, dear friend, great love.
I wish this for me, too.
With sun and moon and hearth to guide,
I’ll give my love to you.     


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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"Playing With Fire"

The heat of the fireplace
enhances the spark,
we know our love
will not fade in the dark.

We kissed amongst
burning candlelight,
your presence alone
brightened my midnight.

Nothing can extinguish
your warming touch,
a lasting impression
that meant so much.

Bound to be burned
As we played with fire,
we could not resist
and gave in to desire.

This kind of scorch
I was lucky to find,
and neither of us
ever seemed to mind.

We were both engulfed
by passion's flame,
and we only have
each other to blame.

November, 20th, 2013

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Ever-Bright Eyes

There you speak an unspoken word
within the laughs and the cries,
and I hear what goes unheard
deep in your ever-bright eyes.

When I notice you winking
there are no hidden lies,
I know what you are thinking
deep in those ever-bright eyes.

When you look right into mine,
so warmly, like the sun's rise,
I can feel them brighter shine
deep in my ever-bright eyes.

Our hearts are forever contained
in a part of us that never dies,
the soul has always remained,
deep in our ever-bright eyes.


Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Loving a Woman

Foreplay starts hours before the bedroom.
Leaving a note on your car while you’re working,
As flowers are delivered in bloom.
Later, rubbing your feet to ease the hurting.

Over dinner, listening to your day.
Engaging every detail as your best friend.
Like when we first met, still the same today.
One of the secrets, don’t let the courting end.

Drawing a bath with popping bubbles.
Oils and a couple from the ice cube tray.
Solace for a night from life’s troubles,
Starting down through pleasure’s parfait.

My right hand sliding from your face,
Over the ear to your hair it grasps.
Our lips flowing together in a slow pace,
As my left hand massages your ass with tight clasps.

Laying you down under the light of the moon,
Candle’s flickers dance among our needs.
A cuddle making a fork from a spoon.
Hot wax drips the body’s tense pleads.

My tongue traces each of your curves.
To make them all mine this night.
Each part given what it deserves.
Knowing where and when to bite.

With the right pressure on every button,
Finding and keeping the perfect rhythms.
Loving you French, Greek, and Russian.
In and out of all the positions.

Two finger tricks in love and smut.
Just two inches in, then up.
Making a pea become a walnut.
While your hands hold your legs like stirrups.

Opening that box of our toys.
Black leather with whips and chains.
Clothes lines and collars employs
Us playing Asphyxia’s dangerous games.

From each encounter, perfecting my skill set,
And if your heart ever turns to another,
Your mind and body to never forget,
When once and still I be, your greatest lover.

Contest: Hotsy Totsy
Sponsor: Rachel Firmin
Written: 02.14.15
*Forever grateful to Dr. Ernst Gräfenberg (1881-1957) and every woman I’ve ever known*

Copyright © rob carmack

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O Love, My Love

O love, my love…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there? 
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare? 

I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.

O suitors, I commend thy will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.

                                           ~Christopher Thor Britt

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt

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My Heart is Set

My heart is set in love for thee
I sha'nt be satisfied
Until thou come along with me
The swells of life to ride

My heart is set upon thy face
So lovely, so sublime
Could I but drink thy charming grace
'Twould end my earthly time

My heart is fixed on that of thee
I find it ever true
I would thy servant gladly be
If serve I could for you

My heart is fixed upon thy voice
With silver tones and clear
To hear it oft would be my choice
Throughout my ev'ry year

My heart is set upon thy smile
Upon thy sparkling eyes
For thee I'd walk the extra mile
And comfort all thy sighs

In all, my heart is wholly placed
Within thy tender hands
To hold or break as well thou say'st
Upon life's shifting sands


 ~ metre- ABAB rhyme- Iambic rhythm ~

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

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A Romantic Fool

I beg him for a kiss
As he heads out to the door
I’m crushed by his response
“We’re not teens anymore

It’s been twenty years
Why don’t you act your age?”
And I’m left to wonder
Am I a fool or sage?

Does romance have a life span?
Does it vanish with passing years?
Am I a hopeless fool
For romance to flow in tears?

Does romance touch a heart
Only once or twice through life?
Is it only a welcomed guest
When you’re a young and pretty wife?

Then I must be a fool
For romance is the air 
It’s in the pretty flowers
Oh, I see it everywhere

It’s when I look around me
And revel in nature’s hue
It’s when my heart will burst
When making love so true

I am simply dipped in romance
From my head down to my toes
It rains down from the sky
When I point up the garden hose

It whispers in the wind
That flirts with me at night
It’s in the flickering glow
That lights up a love filled night

I breathe in romance daily
From scented candles in my room
It’s in each line of the books
That make me sigh and swoon

He says I overdo it
And it just makes my heart bleed
Romance is what I thrive on
It’s an ever present need

I guess I’m just a fool
For romance fills my head
But take that away from me
And I might as well be dead.

For Kim Morrison's Contest
Incurable Romantic
May 23, 2013

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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The Romantic Past

A true-love gone to tears, As lost-love came to be. Sandy writes her heart out, Through her love of poetry. Her ex and her children, Moved to a different state. When left all alone it caused, Her aching heart to break. With a flood of memories, Of the past and all its’ hurts. She embedded all her pain, In the stanzas of her work. Her heart channeled through, The writings of her pen. Describing the life of love, That she was living in. She had found true-love, But the love did not last. Sandy Schermerhorn loves, Writing the romantic past. ____________________________ Dedicated to Sandy Shermerhorn, for her constant support and her love of romantic poetry.

Copyright © Raul Moreno

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Here goes...
she said
it loudly and

l`m a miss
and  l miss 
you inside out

I miss you like
bees really miss
their honey

water for my thirst
food for my hunger
scratch for my itch

want to take
to you like 
duck to water

you draw me
to you like
moth to light 

you are my cake
my cup of goodies
my hot ice-cream

at night my moon
daytime my sun
your love my light

take a seat
I sold that heater
for your heat

you bathe in milk 
l bask in your presence
a sublime quench

what she did not
say is that we`re close
strangers on the net!

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda

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A Daydream

My fingertips lightly travel
down these worn piano keys,
the memories now unravel
as I hear your favorite melodies.

I reminisce within my writing
about a time that used to be,
when your arms were so inviting
and they would hold only me.

The quiet whispers on the breeze
the first kisses that were soft,
we sat underneath the willow trees,
as my heart then sailed aloft.

I can still smell the roses, red
their petals pressed upon the page,
where your old promises lie dead
they have not withered with age.

I am daydreaming of the past
when our love seemed to be true,
a relationship that will not last
but, back then we never knew.

Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "A Daydream"

Based on the painting. "A Daydream" by Sir Edward John Poynter

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Tears In Heaven

Lovebirds sing a duet up in the clouds
tulips pucker up to kiss the butterflies,
I am surrounded here by serene beauty
with the tears of heaven in my eyes.

Where bright rainbows never fade away
and stars twinkle in the moonbeams,
yet, what is all of this beauty worth
if there is no one to share my dreams.

Still, you shall find me there someday
and maybe want to stay for awhile,
making sure that my tears in heaven
accompany only laughter and a smile.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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In My Dreams

I find myself still there
     where yellow fireflies dance,
and all those silver stars
     hold me in their trance.

The lavender keeps it's bloom
     no matter what the season,
and I am seated atop that hill
     with no rhyme or reason.

The same lush green meadow
     I still come to this place,
a silhouette is all I see, until
     the moonlight reveals your face.

Your lips barely grace mine
     our arms embrace, but then,
the morning sun rises up
     and I lose you again.

Every day and every night
     my dream, it stays the same,
and I will keep dreaming on
     until I know your name.

April 16th, 2015

A sequel/echo to my poem titled "In Your Dreams"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Over The Moon

Sometimes, when I speak to you
     my true feelings I shyly hide,
to put them in a secret room
     and keep them tucked inside.

Opening my heart takes time
     it's a spot reserved for very few,
but, in it there's an empty place
     that's perfect for me and you.

Your words allow me to dream
     they send me right over the moon,
and I am drifting amongst the stars
     even when it's mid-afternoon.

Your words charm like warm wind
     they float to me like a tune,
my spirit is freed once again
     and I'm sent right over the moon.

Never stop wishing on that star
     though our future may seem bleak,
keep writing from your heart
     and eventually mine will speak.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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The Art of Making Love

Tonight we play our favorite duet
 to an audience of celestial stars.
Variations over years; a song we never forget,
 stroking familiar notes within each bar.

Andante: pianissimo: slow caresses as whispers,
 giving attention to those sensitive keys.
Each to the other, a part we deliver;
 Entwined we perform with such ease.

Allegro: increasing our synchronized tempo
 as our chorus delightfully sings through.
Vibrating heartstrings deeply now flow;
 enjoying our art as if new.

Vivo! As the beat of two hearts now race.
Crescendo! Intensively, climax is reached.
Pausing in arc at this euphoric place;
 echos in afterglow; encores in dreams.

Copyright © Arlene Smith

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Taken Hopelessly

It’s twilight time; we’re lying on the sand
Beneath a splendid sky, limbs intertwined.
I only have to close my eyes and then
I’m taken to this place inside my mind.

The scent of you, your breath upon my cheek,
The whisper of your eyelashes on mine;
The long and tender kiss that leaves me weak.
I’m taken to a place that is divine!

But you are far away. . . I don’t know where.
I know my fantasies cannot come true.
yet never have I ceased imagining
Since being taken hopelessly with you.

For Black Eyed Susan's Contest "Taken"

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Soul Discovery

Out of all the amazing beings 
In this infinite universe 
My soul called out to yours 
Ready to immerse

A strangely familiar feeling 
That's something I'll have to get use to 
A once in a lifetime love 
My eternal déjà vu 

I see visions of our destiny 
In your jade green eyes
It lucidly paints our forever home 
Surrounded by blue skies 

This all could be said in fewer words 
Or a simpler way to say 
That your soul ignites a fire inside me 
That only poetry can convey

Copyright © Lisa Chapman

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The Castle

As the castle walls loomed up to the side
They met for the first time eyes open wide
Lost on the journey, not knowing what they’d find
But unlike a fairy story, their love was not blind.

They risked all they had for an hour or two
Not knowing what would happen, neither one knew
They shared a drink, and words so easy on the tongue
Not realised those words would be love before long.

Their castle they love and will never forget
The love that they found, they will never regret
The knight on his steed the girl by his side
When he offered her love he didn't take her for a ride.

She took his love; she kept it close to her heart
He suffered with her when they had to part
But they both knew it was a temporary thing
When the time is right she may wear his ring.

He must approach her parents and ask
To climb the walls of the castle what a task
But the castle where they met its doorway he knew
It was via her heart and he just had to walk through.

© ~GG~ 1/02/2013

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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Once More

I see your name here and there
Suddenly, I can’t get you off my mind
I catch your fragrance on the air
Remembering when your lips touched mine

I feel your presence all around
In the night and the sunshine, warm
I would give all, and all again
To hold you once more in my arms

                       ~Christopher Thor Britt

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt

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Echoes of the Heart

Her eyes are a sparkling dew inspired shade So blue they mist with a passionate side They stare with a loving glace on my face Gorgeous, tender eyes, ones that come and slide She looks at my body, a lustful sight Brings my heart to a boil all sinful like The love we have is our stare together Our passion is smart, two as one alike There’s an alarming feeling of grandeur Kindness is a part of our lives so free Romanticism brings delight to mind Our sweet hearts are bringing intimacy We hold hands together, symbol of love Our kiss is fire, a mission of passion Intrigue finds its way back into our hearts Returning a love which is for certain
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "Echoes Of The Heart" contest 3/25/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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Diamonds In Your Eyes

Diamonds In Your Eyes

Your eyes like diamonds
Sparkle now at me
Can I take that as a sign
That we two are to be?

Your eyes like diamonds
Their glare blinds my every thought
My strength is draining
This my love has wrought.

Your eyes like diamonds
Is it that you feel the same
A sparkle in your heart
Struck now by Cupid’s aim?

Copyright © Sue k Green

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In Defense of my Romantic Poetry

I’m a hopeless romantic
Now please cut me some slack
Yes, there’s more to this life
Than love’s beaten track

I just can’t write about fish
And I can’t write of the farm
I can’t write about frogs
For me that holds not a charm

I can’t write about wars
And I can’t write about keys
I can’t write of history
Go easy on me, please!

Yes, I guess I’m limited
Stuck in mediocrity
I’m trying to be diverse
It falls flat, can’t you see? 

So I write tales of love
And I write about passion
Can’t write about trends
Or the latest fashion

I write about suicide
And I write of addiction
I write about my life
Not some sort of fiction

I write about my daughter
And I write about hubby
I write how much I suffer
To be thin and not chubby

I write about God
And I write about heaven
But can’t write about 9
Much less about seven

So please hear what I say
What you all write is grand
It’s just not my way
I’m stuck in love’s brand

I’m cheesy, I’m sappy, 
Dripping with goo and such
But this hopeless romantic
Loves your poems so much!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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The Aborigine Boy

The aborigine boy, his poor young heart was yearning
For the young raven haired girl, a passion was quickly burning
He was to carve his first boomerang to prove he was a man
If it returned back to him, he would carry out his plan.

He took the mulga branch and checked it was just so
The angle was correct, he couldn’t wait for his first throw
He split the branch and picked the piece that he knew would work
He had learnt from his ancestors, his walkabouts he never did shirk.

The branch he split, he took a stone and carved his mulga with care
He wanted it to fly and return, then win his maiden with raven hair
He inscribed it with his love and painted it with ochre of red
He took it to the outback and threw his first throw with a dread.

The boomerang did spin, it twisted and then dropped
The young aborigine felt his love and life, had suddenly stopped
He tried again he flicked his wrist it spun up heavenward
It spun it’s last spin and once again it was then floored.

His love was slipping away, a man he was not to be
His raven haired love, his bursting heart would never see
He tried and tried and then with a long last flick of his wrist
He had learnt the way he saw; he pounded the air with his fist.

His boomerang started to turn; it started on its first return
He danced as he watched it, and he felt his loins begin to burn
He jumped up and down waiting; he saw a glint of red
He knew he had done it, when it smacked him in the head

He had learnt to make his weapon 
But his plan did not quite hatch
In learning to make the boomerang,
He forgot to learn how it to catch…

© 21/01/2013~GG~
Contest entry:
Inspiration came from Seren Roberts Poem 'Always To Return'

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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Portrait of My Lady

A delicate face, soft and white it glows Eyes of passion exist, planted on her She lives with supple pink lips, made to kiss No way would I ever come and suffer She doesn’t have an obvious nose, it’s small Her small hands do run smoothly down her face An influence to my heart is expressed She moves on with a good amount of grace I always desire to kiss those sweet lips My finger runs down these lips of glory Down to the perfectly formed lovely chin Where there are tales of a romance story There are moments when her eyes flash with pride And her hair blends in with her rare beauty The whole package is wonderful and true I will forever love her, my lady
Entered into FRANK H.'s "WORD PORTRAIT" contest 4/16/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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silky smooth hair
covers my face
hands on your head
we pick up the pace

tongue rides the groove
that runs down the spine
you moan ever softly
I'm crossing the line

tugging your hair
I kiss the back of your neck
all defenses now gone
what did I expect?

now under the sheets
things start to unwind
as I stroke you so slowly
your hips start to grind

sweat pooled beside us
let's rest for a few
I'll stay here forever
just staring at you...

Copyright © James Nichols

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To all those reading this, to all those that are awake
Take with you my love, it is there to take
Keep your spirits up; be they topped with a mixer
Raise a glass to all, for love is life’s elixir

May the New Year bring you blessings, blessings all around.
Even if it costs you, pay out for another round
I wish to all the best for you, I pray it will come true
And not only that, I have some plans especially for you.

You know who you are; at least I’d like to think
So raise a glass to us, go and have another drink
It will keep you calm until we meet and knowing I love you
Until we meet again, and watch the flame of love burn true.

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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The Dawn of Love

As the sun grew brighter each day 
You let your light strike far away 
To let my heart feel the beating 
Of a love that is unending 
I wake up just to see you laugh 
As if I lose all that are tough 
Like a star I fell just for you 
In my days, hug me like I do 
The dark cold night is my distress 
When you are far from my caress 
I long to see your face so bright 
That the world stops at my sight 
Be with me 'till I have no fears 
Until the clouds empty its tears 
The sun goes down but not our love 
Conquer the night, put on our glove 
I have the courage to alter 
Just to save you from another 
Stay for a while in my arms 
I now hold you a pearl in clams 
For me you are exceptional 
Shining among girls in global 
Just be with me till the world ends 
To see how colors of love blends 
Some people say I am insane 
Yes but I take you as my lane 
That refreshes me as I heave 
And hope not to see you leave 
I must embrace you tightly dear 
I long that you will calmly hear 
Words of love that touches my heart 
And pierce me like a flying dart

Copyright © Mark Daniel Nicasio