Confessions of a Teenage Drama King

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Monday, September 25, 2006

For...

To my love,


The desert winds have given way,
A silent chill,
A gentle tingle,
Runs down my back.

A smile,
Across my love parched lips,
Spreads like the October wind.
A walk along the moon kissed shore,
Our hands in embrace,
Fingers twining,
Like a blossoming vine.
A letter in scarlet,
for you,
I pined.


A deep, dreamy gaze,
It has all begun,
The game of searching,
A treasure of souls.

‘Tis been ages since I felt this way,
An everlasting sheen,
In my eye.
No answers,
To how or why…

An electric touch,
Of the souls apart.
All I want,
Is neither the sun nor stars,
But a quiet nights sleep in your arms.

And wake up to another morn,
With a promise,
To see you smile,
I live my dawn.

Its comic,
This whole affair,
Not a wink of sleep,
Nor a minutes rest.

It’s too much,
For me;
You see.
To let you walk,
Without me.

Never knew,
Your shadow,
Would me as much mine as it’s yours.

I know it’s hurried,
It’s a little too soon,
How I sigh!
From dusk until noon.
Looking at mirrors,
I see you,
Is this my dream?
Or an image true.

A night of sleep is all I want,
In your warm,
Comforting arms…

Yours and only.