I Carry You


I never see you again

I will always carry you



on my finger tips

and at brains edges

and in centers


of what I am of 

what remains.

~Charles Bukowski


It has begun



It has begun with a touch,

a smile a moment shared 
Untamed emotions for which we were unprepared 
You lead with your, hand in the small of my back 
Lost looking into eyes of ivory black 
Aesthetically, you command style 
I become the muse of the dance for a while 
Rhythmically we step, movements pulsating 
The warmth of your hand I am embracing 
Fingers entwined, bodies moving in time 
Hearts pounding to their internal rhyme 
In every breath, every step, every beat 
With each twist and turn we feel complete 
We’ve succumb to the hypnotic trance 
Lovers gone astray in life’s eternal dance 

Source: www.LoveLifePoems.net 


Dark as Night


I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
 Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 147
For I thought you were moral and bright (shining as a star), But you really are black as hell and dark as night.



By My Side


learned that waiting is the most difficult bit,

and I want to get used to the feeling,

knowing that you’re with me,

even when you’re not by my side.

― Paulo CoelhoEleven Minutes