Treat a woman like a coin, polished but never leaving your palm, collector will seek her out. Treat her like a fast car, to wreckage is she bound. If a trophy all shiny for the world to see, is what you seek, fighting challengers spend your life you will. Treat the woman like a book instead. Her name or cover might attract you, eager something new to see. It might not be cover so by other sought out but even with scuffs worth she holds. Every nick new chapter holds, every tear new lesson writes and as you of her learn, more yourself will you know. Let her teach you what others can't, for only you her story was it meant. Bring new plot to her line and stand back in amazement as dimensions are to be crossed by no other yet unveiled. Tear her pages you will, be no fool, human you are still, but remember to mend those as best you can for she'll let you new chapter to turn. Read her daily and as every good book, to put her down she won't let you but if right writer for her you may be, she might let you write a page or two. Let's be honest, no woman will let you say more than you should.
As sure as stars are the winks of the distant past so are your freckles my kisses yet to come. And just as your eyes for stars forever hunger, so do my lips for your freckles yearn, praying for always a moment to last a bit longer. Yearning, longing, feelings dark, all but senses void, in your absence, chains links my heart embryoid. Two glaciers as your eyes, holding the lava of temperamental kind, surly holding my soul in silky bind. Gentle gaze, playing coy, a playful child, steering thought's train like a toy. While the chaos mind rules, a fleeting second of your look, oh so shy, thoughts in order moves. While your mind into hearts of other's gently gazes, mine is lost in Never-ending maze which your heart creates. The mouse of the matter gray, for the sweet sound of your heart I pray. I close my eyes, not for rest, but for thy glowing face, as your hair all in disarray, crowning head of such mighty thoughts obey, while on foreign pillow it may lay. As thy mind these words muster, I yearn for you without luster, forcing beating heart, racing faster. And as the sound of the words "I love you", in past months sounded hollow, the feeling uttered is by my each beat of my heart made to follow. In this moment, no black hole is more dense, as I scream I love you, without pretense, I scream I am yours, praying, begging, for thy heart, all other offers I take as offense. I'm here for you.... Night or day, for thy love, never too late My mind, words always full, spoken in your presence is almost null, It's not malice, play or ploy, but thy presence allows no time the word's sense to mull It's not a block or hidden wish, But thy presence is the sweetest dish As such it should it's time one take, the moment's magic not to break Words to paper, not on tongue, allowing kiss loud to rang. If my words are yet again hollow, at times dark thoughts my heart will follow. In despair, I pray, it's just your silly play, for thy language I don't know, sinking heart already low. Kiss me know now, kiss me tomorrow, raising heart out of sorrow.
Duress, distress, digest without progress, expanding while compressed, in a week, this life I detest. Smiles, hugs, looks, kisses and flattery, of the first uttering, a mockery.
Every morning when you look into a mirror, you don't see yourself but your strictest judge presiding over your unity of heart, soul and body. Every morning you stand to be judged for the old and a new crime you never committed but remember, you are the one doing your own sentencing. So, accept the sentence every time as already served and start anew.