A knight in shining armor, I am not.
My horse is broken, I crashed it into a light pole.
My armor is weak - The cotton does not stop anything.
My weapon, a wooden sword, belongs to my son.
A loving person, I am.
My love for you, for your children, is unwavering.
My heart is pure, it belongs to you.
My soul and yours, matched together mated for eternity.
You are my vest friend.
Through the cold you warm my heart, my chest, my spirit.
You provide comfort through all the chilling winds.
You keep me dry when it rains.

You always do the wrong things.

You never hear the song she sings.

While it is her voice that glistens,

You do not listen.

A jester in a kings court,

Your life as it is is short,

Your bells on your feet and hands,

Ring and chime, you have no fans.

With a forced smile on your face,

You are a FUCKING FOOL!

Listen to your heart and mind!

It is this you will not find!

Stop playing the fool,

Stop ringing your bells,

Stop reaching to your fake admiration.

Your hand in hers.

Your hearts belong.

Your souls together.

Do it.

Us

My life was lost.

And then I found you naked and alluring.

And I went.

I saw more than needed to see.

But it wasn't enough.

We spoke, we laughed, we fell.

But we didn't know.

Until it was too late.

This hill is steep that we have been climbing.

I've slipped only to be save by the rope around our waists.

I am climbing back up the rock face to you.

I see the hand holds and foot holds

And your hand reaching for me.

Climbing hard, tiring, slipping, regaining my footing

Our hands clasp and you help me up.

Hand in hand we walk the spring forest.

Old twigs, sticks and leaves clutter the ground at our feet
but around us bright green new leaves grow on the bare branches of the forest.

There's a Sweet smell from the fresh rain that has fallen and sun light slicing it's way through the the branches above

Lights our way through to an open field of fresh wild flowers.

you are

you are

Nearest to my heart

Amour.

you are my

True love.

i

Admire your every way.

you

Spark a fire in my soul.

your

Heart speaks to me my love.

And it tells me. You love me.

NRB

I sit here and stare at some letters on my computer monitor. Hoping to see them jump out and on to their own special window; with words of their own telling me exactly what I need to hear.

All the while, I resist the urge to quickly press down and form words of my own. To resist causes aching in my body, heart and soul.

Why do I do this to myself? Why resist and cause so much hurt? Why don't you just ease the pain and listen to what it is you need?

Ok self, I will.

If you want to write with me

Then you need to love with me.

If you want to love with me

Then you need to love again.

-Jaden Banks, 5 years old.

Love

Love

Beloved truelove

Cherishing admiring dreaming

“Yours was the first face that I Saw. I think I was blind before I met you.”

Amour