by Crystal Raen
The shining stars
The waterfalls
The gentle breeze,
Is what you are.
A lingering trace
Of soft embrace
A melody of the twilight
All the beauty of the night.
Flowing silk of satin cloth
The silver wings of a tiny moth.
The gentle whispers
Dear lover, you are my treasure,
As I follow you through the room,
The lingering trace turns and overpower,
The enchanting scent of your perfume,
You wake me every hour, with this secret power,
In darkness I can see you in
dear Maria,
you're a blank book,
ready to be written in
by insensitive boys
and insecure friends
and people who say they love you
but you know they don't.
dear Maria,
your eyes are filled with sadness
they are glassy orbs
I love to try
to figure your out
Every other thought
is of you
You can be the only person
who exists to me
I promise
I won't
make you a shadow puppet
(because that's what he did to me)
You will never
be locked away
Too many thoughtless things
Devious mysterious delerious
Spark heaved into dry dust
No lust left
Rest bent burnt
Dead to everyone awhile
I watch but never touch you still
Who knows where a hand could land if thick
by Betty Blake
Dear lover, whenever I think of you my cheeks become crimson red. I can still recall those moon-lit, hot and humid nights locked in tight embrace; not even the pesky mosquitoes could stop our rapid pace. If you could behold
I've never known beauty as you
Inside as well as the outside
The fire in my eyes ignited
Flaring hotter, burning bluer
I've dreamt of you since the
Day I set my eyes on you
My dreams now torture me
All the hours of the
by Kelly Alysia
Dear lover,
There was a fishpond in the backyard of the house I grew up in,
and I bet I could have filled it up
with the tears I've shed in front of you.
My irrational tears,
uncontrollable,
don't seem to scare you
or intimidate you,
so
Don't fret
My pet
The stage has just been set
Now we've met
Without regret
And together will pay our carnal debt
I bet
That our sweat
Will stain the darkened sheets we've wet
Oh, don't fret
Dear pet
Here comes comes
by Frank Balara
Dear Lover,
I want to walk in the cool water.
I want to feel the wet sand between my toes.
I want to be the sound, the breeze, the whisper.
I want to touch your dark silk hair.
I want to get lost in your ellipses.
I want tenderness.
I
by Adam Smith
Dear Lover
Dear Lover Dear Lover
Why do you leave?
In the morning you are gone
You leave me here in bed
To wallow and wail
and to dream of the time
You, again, I can assail
Lover, Dear Lover, Where did you go?
by Alisa Woods
dear lover
the time has come
for our goodbyes
i loved you
and will continue to do so
We've been together
for so long
through the good
and the bad
But it's time
now
forgive me
i wish you well
think of me
once in a while
your heart
once moulded
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