healthy, kind, sincere – a little bit old fashioned – and genuinely

in love with me, as I am with him.

We have cats and dogs,

may possibly take in foster children to help them get on their feet.

He’s a poet also and we both write and read each other’s poetry all the time.

The property we live on is scenic and beautiful with little animals,

wild flowers, trees and brooks and fresh outdoor air.

We both live off the incomes of our artwork and

have nothing to do with professional or business life.

We befriend people in the community,

where there is a quaint town with all kinds of cute little stores and restaurants.

We read our poems in the cultural center and help and heal people

through our artwork, consoling them, helping them to see,

and to create their own art – feeding their souls with love, support and knowledge.

We live quietly, without too much technology,

and our relationship is honest, unconditional and trusting.

The prince and the princess, loving life, reading like a fairy tale.

In life, all is possible. I am open-minded that way.

When the doors close,

we can move on to  something just as good.

It’s called acceptance.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Dreamland.

I felt each inch the bullet tore through; my thoughts had turned to not seeing you
I can remember the strange sensation of pain; I felt the bullet exit as it went through
The pain was not of the flesh it had torn, the heart was what mattered above all
As muscle and tissue began to throb, I felt the pain within my soul at what may befall

The thought of never seeing you again, never to feel the warmth of your arms
A feeling of desperation at leaving you, abandoned to missing your loving charms
Never to smell your musk once more, not being able to run my fingers through your hair
The loss of the sweetness of the kiss of your lips, all of the things about which I cared

To be torn from your life and cause you pain, that was what pained me the most
The thought of you living your life alone, at best I could only become a lonely ghost
I prayed to survive the wound I received, not surprised that I prayed not for me
With the love I feel for you my love, you matter most that is what matters you see

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at The bullet.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at What Used to Be.

She descends from a faraway fairyland
and rises from a radiance
the nature turns connoisseur of her beauty
and all minds are tranquilized of her presence
her actions are emotionless
and she hails justice on the basis of morality
She defeats the gales and the gravity
ceasing the evils of their insanity, yet never fatigued

She is pure like the sacred streams
and walks like an oblivion lost in dreams
she keeps the feelings of her heart untold
and holds no hunger for food, love or gold
her life has no compulsions
and she lives independent of clutches and rules
She lives in divergence of life’s best delights
dedicating her life to others beyond their demise, yet remains unheard

~~ If ever reality and fantasy coalesced,
‘devil’s angel’ would be the world’s princess ~~

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Devil’s Angel.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at broken.

but how long could it keep burning
how soon would it start fading
I weep for my heart is doubting
as I seek for love’s own telling
I must wander now to lonely places
and hope for love’s refreshing graces

this love may cry but sure won’t die
the days of awe won’t fry us dry
and the days of joy won’t pass us by
for what love has dealt we can’t deny
if love is true if love is kind
our souls might one day come to bind

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Betrayed Love.

Let’s bury the hatchet,
And we can make it,
Over the line,
This love can become settled again..

With monumental strides,
And with love in our hands,
We can dissolve this bad rift between us..

I will hold you,
Tightly,
Without you losing oxygen,
I will hug sense into your bones.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at I Will Hug Sense Into Your Bones...

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Fairytale Dreamers.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Thing Called Love.

take my hand
i will guide you through life
hold your head up
and take away your strife

when your down
i’ll wipe away your tears
protect your wellbeing
and destroy your fears

don’t feel alone
you’re always in my heart
i’m taking this journey with you
even when we’re apart

i’m your secret admirer
you keep me going
you’re my inspiration
without even knowing.

please follow me
i’ll follow you too
you’ll be my sunshine
and i’ll be your hero

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Secret Admirer.