When we’re apart my mind and body ache, In half divided, angry, naked, bruised; A gift so rare I leap to reach and take, But stumble, miss, and fall again, bemused. When she is mine I heal as if from...
Love Poems
From the moment I met you, you touched my soul We had this deep connection, a bound We became one, you in me and me in you It never crossed mind that we could ever part You were my heart, my everything This is the...
A special song for you and meWritten in words only we can see It wraps us up into a tight cocoonDrawing us deeply into its wombA melody woven with fine spun goldGently pulling us deeply in its foldLike a silken...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Hawthorn petals gently rainIn faerie kisses lightly lit;They fall upon her pale, pure brow,A soft, white veil of spicy scent.There dwells she in moss-dark...
Meet Me On A Wild Street Corner
"Running away with love..."
Meet me on the wild street corner on a rainy night, When the wind howls and the midnight train Calls it’s lonesome song, Meet me on the crossing with your possessions packed, Your hair tied back, And tell me that...
It’s a perfect world, And perfection is what everyone seeks; A perfect curve, A perfect body, A perfect heart, A perfect love! Is there anything called “Perfection”? No! There isn’t! Everything is imperfect And nothing is flawless; Imperfection is the...
Adrenaline rush, Shaking my core. Pounding heartbeat, My spirits begin to soar. Your gaze shy and deflected, Still sets my breathing raw. Beautiful and radiant, Your glow leaves me in awe. Closer we near, our bodies shaking, Through fear, our...
Paths II
"Inspired"
Dancing on her path,Dizzy from her winding pace,She crashed right into him,Falling in to his warm strength. He took her by the hand, They let their paths converge. The steady liked the rocky and the rocky liked the steady, That...
I am a romantic, a silly crazy romantic. Love is something that is not tangible, not replaceable, not conditional, not faltering, not perfect, not sacrificial, blind. Romance, however is conditional, faltering, replaceable, sacrifice, perfect. I am a princess. I am...
The Wallflower
"I wish I was His...."
The Wallflower The need to talk to him, to hear his voiceDrives me to the brink of insanityIf only for a moment, to bask in his attentionTo have him notice me But, alas I am a wallflowerI blend in easily,...