A Knight for my Princess

I’m not a knight, but wish I was for you
My princess, will my love and strength suffice?
I fight myself; I fight my demons too
I’ll never quit; I’ll win at any price
The only price I never want to pay
is losing you; I’d rather lose my life
I lost it once, but found it on the day
I found my princess. Now my heart is rife
with feelings that were either lost or dead
I know you know I’m not a knight; I’m flawed
You know I have no crown upon my head
But do you know that by your grace, I’m awed?
I’m told that knighthood may be earned by deed
I’ll earn it for my princess, in her need.

Word Artist

I guess I’m just an artist; I have found
that nothing matters more than to create
I’ve learned to love these words; I love their sound
I love that they elicit love and hate
Like rain that makes things grow and floods as well
There’s good and bad in everything worthwhile
They use these words in heaven and in hell
These words can make you sad or make you smile
For clay to be ceramic takes the hand
of one we call an artist with his art
It can’t be done with just a firm command
It takes the clear direction of the heart
My words become my poems only when
They start within my heart, and only then.

Not Skin-deep

Her beauty goes much deeper than her skin
I’ve felt it in the depth she chose to share
If beauty was a contest, she would win
But since it’s not, there’s nothing to compare
My words are weak, although I give my best
I can’t depict her beauty with my verse
I wish my words were strong and could attest
Her beauty isn’t something to rehearse
I’m tempted to be silent from now on
So that I don’t detract from her at all
But though I write, her beauty won’t be gone
All trees survive despite their loss in fall
Like flowers bloom in Spring from Winter’s sleep
Her beauty isn’t trite or just skin-deep.

Real Thoughts

My thoughts of her are real, but I want more
Reminders of the softness of her skin
My senses locked, she waits outside the door
One kiss is all I need to let her in
I need her touch; I want her warm caress
My thoughts may wander, but they never leave
The thoughts of what she is, beneath her dress
Such thoughts are thoughts I know I will achieve
There’s ecstasy she has, I haven’t dreamed
There’s beauty that she holds within her heart
I felt her in my thoughts, or so it seemed
I feel her love although we are apart
I know those thoughts are real, but I want more
Such memories the future has in store.

You’re Real

I hope you know you’re not just poetry
And yet, I hope you know these words are real
What I compose contrasts exquisitely
With what I want and know I need to feel
I need to be within your precious heart
I need to hold your precious heart in mine
I need this poetry when we’re apart
When we’re together, words will be divine
Like chasing dreams and having them come true
Or seeing twilight’s dawn become the day
I’ve never found a metaphor of you
And if I did, I’d throw my pen away
My words express the things I can’t conceal
And you, my dear, are beautiful and real.

Getting Outside of Myself

Outside of me there’s good and bad as well
My introspective nature needs to chill
This world can be a heaven or a hell
I want to see it heaven, so I will
Remember there is more to life than me
Regardless of the feelings that I feel
Like hellish pain; I need to look and see
There’s other people here who’s souls are real
She found me and inspired me to live
Her beauty made me see angelic grace
I know she knows this world has pain to give
And yet, she doesn’t wear it on her face
I love to get outside this “world of mine.”
Where I can see my teacher’s beauty shine.

Getting Outside of Myself

Outside of me there’s good and bad as well
My introspective nature needs to chill
This world can be a heaven or a hell
I want to see it heaven, so I will
Remember there is more to life than me
Regardless of the feelings that I feel
Like hellish pain; I need to look and see
There’s other people here who’s souls are real
She found me and inspired me to live
Her beauty made me see angelic grace
I know she knows this world has pain to give
And yet, she doesn’t wear it on her face
I love to get outside this “world of mine.”
Where I can see my angel’s beauty shine.

Reply to a Precious Poet

She feels me: peaceful, silent, unadorned
We’re so connected, “soulmate” isn’t trite
We’re not naive; both “soulmates” have been warned
We might not make it, then again, we might!
Neglecting possibility is wrong
Ignoring what we want and what we need
Enslaves us both, like most within this throng
We’ve been enslaved, but now we’ve both been freed!
I’m unadorned; I have no chains to bear
I’m silent; she can feel my words, my cries
I’m peaceful; I can feel her loving care
Our destiny’s no longer some surprise!
Yes, life’s too short to keep our love untold
Let’s take the chance; let’s let our hearts be bold!

The Music of Sunrise

Connected by our hearts, we’ll stay in tune
Your music brings me peace when I am sad
I’ll hear your song in concert, one day soon
I love this thought, the best I’ve ever had
It’s more than just the beauty of your voice
Your words are more than symbols of your soul
To listen to your music is my choice
To be connected to your heart, my goal
It’s more than just a goal; it is a fact
Like sunrise in the morning’s nature’s law
Like stimulus responds, I have to act
Your warmth and beauty dawn before my awe
Don’t sever our connection, not this one
The darkness of my sadness needs your sun.

Missing You

It hurts to lie in bed and think of you
I should have lost my memories, but no
Reminders of the love I know I knew
are all around, no matter where I go
My memories collide with what I am
Alone, and something else; I’m not sure what
Too many doors are closed; I felt them slam
I need to open feelings that are shut
My skin remembers you and your caress
My mouth remembers how you used to kiss
These longings are the source of my duress
I know that there is more to life than this
This bed of pain has robbed me of my dreams
Without you here beside me, so it seems.