The mirror of truth
gazing at you...
I guess you can say I'm drawn to your same...
Cause your long slendering curves arouse my every...
One in a million
The chance of the plane I'm in crashing...
A little more than year ago I was struggling to...
or not my life was even worth living...
Beauty are those brushstrokes
That beholds the holder's eye...
The tears flow
Like they will never end...
Three in one body but one is Spirit, deeply...
You see just ONE outward part of me, but two...
AS I SIT HERE IN THE SHADOWS
I WATCH THE SUN EVER SO SLOWLY.......SLIP AWAY...
I know I'm not the most talkative
Poet on this site...
There's not much difference
From sprouting trees or flowering buds...
Happiness is a possession
Our joyiful ways...
Three in body but one is Spirit, deeply illuming...
You see just ONE outward part of me, but two...