The best that I can do is try to use these tools. I give you my words, but they fall ever so short. I give you my touch, but it never is enough. I give you my ears, but even they don't always hear. If I could... I would give you my eyes to see you the way I do.[B]
This moment is your greatest, birthed of a scattered sequence – thousands of moments just like it. It stands alone. The next moment watches, awaiting the choice that is made in this moment.[B]
My eyes charge about, adept at locating She. She, this woman that captivates me, beams from across the room. She smiles, and the lights pale. She holds my gaze. She is my sole reason for being here.[B]
I hear your pen scratch at the page. I see your words stare in stark contrast. I feel your soul reach, yearning not to close distance, but to bend time.[B]
Cupid’s arrow,
This dart of infectious love,
Could be nothing more
Than the soul laid bare
Through the vulnerable stare
Of one’s truthful eyes.[K]
We are draped with this dark canvas, trapping us in this murk. Our only hope shines through pinpricks, hinting at escape beyond.[B]
Meaningless to most { these words and symbols harbor both joy and frustration; } They hold pleasure in their creation; They deal dismay with their infestation; Source of elation and despair; And yet { the rush of that elusive perfect harmony compels me to return to them; }[B]
From Milky Way light a up and re- with here a space, placed I silent of see awe. absence the[B]
this heart inside is hard sliced and healed and scarred 'til stone attests to its indifference accept this heart of mine grasp it dissolve it replace with a Way to feel anew[B]
Sheltered close in this sprawling sanctuary, I share this priceless solitude with scarcely a soul to steal it.[B]
