He

He is so uncomplicated

in how he lives his life

he's all about the family 

and wants to make me his wife

he's a true traditionalist,

the red roses with baby's breath kind,

he's my Mr. Optimist,

always guiding me into the light. 

He centers me, 

and loves me, 

I don't deserve him, 

but he calls me "baby"

he thinks about others before himself

he calls his mom, 

and fixes her car as well

he's an artist, 

a teacher,

a total keeper, 

I've found my One

my search is done. 

  

Invisible

Sometimes I feel like a dotted outline 

Completely translucent; a passerby 

It doesn't matter how many times 

I walk by

I could be waving

You never see me

You don't even try

Analyzer

I've got nothing but time

To be amused

To complicate your words 

And their meanings too

I'm a true analyzer 

I've got nothing better to do

But to think of you

And be confused

And be amused 

Giving Up The Dream

because it's what you want, isn't it?
my inner romantic wilts with the smoke
up into the sky, it drifts away
the future appears like a dull day
mundane and in vain, I live it
nothing keeping you here next to me
except for the air that slips through the spaces 
I hate this, but my hope continues to revolve
like a gyre, it circles around
and around
and around

Proposal

He dropped down on one knee

While she held her teeth

She caressed his cheek

As he leaned in to place the stone appropriately

She threw her head back 

And let out a laugh, a tear and a sigh

It had been so long since 

they originally wanted to start their life

But patience made them value 

The moment when it came

They were in no rush to become

A child bridal party, just the same.

The Morning

I can sit in a room

With nothing to do

And be happy too 

Silence doesn't bother me

It's better than being busy

simply

I love a silent room in the morning 

Love Is Strange

He shades the page

While I concave 

And burst into hot tears 

Why must love

Come undone 

Just to be tied again?