Wickedmonkey1977

You left without knowing the truths. Vanishing, you went into the ethereal mist. Your legacy and life, now uncouth, An unfinished and incomplete bucket list.   Your pain drove you into irrecoverable actions, Your sorrow pointed to a dismal finale. Without fear you gave into dark distractions. Only now can you see the shadows of the Valley.   What would we give to see you again? What treasure could we sacrifice to hear your voice? Would you come if we called to you as a friend? Would you smile when felt loves warm entice?   My brother, you go now where we cannot follow, You leave us with your gifts unopened. You

          To you, for you.   ​ ​   ​To you I give my heart, so that love may start. ​For you I bury my pride, I need nothing save for you, my bride. ​ ​With you I have hope! no other feelings will allow me to cope. ​If you give me your hand, forsaking all others. I will show you every second, minute, hour, and day that I can be your man. ​ With your love in my life, I'll spend all of it worshipping you, my wife. If you give me your gentle, sweet kisses. They will mean more to me than the all the worlds riches. ​ ​Let me take your hand

                   The unique view ​ ​   ​A rose knows nothing of its perfume, and a flower doesn't consider its beauty. ​ The starry skies at night care little if wishes are asked, and the moon thinks little of its soft glow. ​ The whippoorwill sings it's song wither any will listen or not, and the Peacock doesn't know if anyone will like his feathers or not but he shows them anyway. ​ ​All the things in this life that are truly beautiful do not really know or understand that they are. ​ ​When I look at you, kiss you, and

      The miasma of emotion. ​ ​   ​The beats of your heart are heard by few. ​The tears from your eyes fall like morning dew. ​ ​The depth of your love is without measure. ​The sway of your hips, every mans pleasure. ​ ​The smile of angels; a gift you give freely. ​The beauty of your eyes. My place of dreaming. ​ ​The babies from your womb. Like Little cherubs. ​Silly man! Mommy just wanted a back rub! ​ ​The woman of my dreams. Fallen from above. ​Her wings broken. But her spirit pure of love. ​ ​

​You say, I say.   You say, "You love the stars in the skies". I say, "I prefer the ones in your eyes". You tell me, "You like my arms wrapped around you". I tell you, "Without my arms around you, I feel blue".   You tell me, "Your mind is something I'll never get". I tell you, "That I like the mystery of it". You say, "You do not like the way you look". I say, "You have the beauty of a bubbling spring brook".   You tell me that, "you don't know how to make a meal". I say, "No matter what you make? I love it. Is that a deal"? You tell me, "Your feet are in pain". I say, "Point the way, and I'll carry you ac

The gift     A clue I found while walking one day. Others had passed it by along their way. It was small and delicate but sparkled in the sun. It seemed amusing and playful, something fun.   When I tried to collect it, from my fingers it slipped. It seemed from the earth it could not be ripped. So for awhile I stayed and thought of the issue of plunder. I wished to keep this jewel most precious to incite my wonder. As the hours passed the sun went low in the sky, With darkness soon to follow again I must try?   Despite my greatest attempts, time and time again it escaped my grasp. It was then in utter dismay