The Rose Beneath the storm

The rose may be beautiful
The rose may be strong
The rose may be delicate
The rose may be exquisite
The rose may be desirable
But every rose has its thorns.

The thorns may be astute
The thorns may be sharp
The thorns may be conscious
The thorns may be original
But every thorn has its own storm.

The storm may be tough
The storm may be relentless
The storm may be foolish
The storm may be afraid
But every storm may adore
And every storm may love

Nevertheless the rose is always there at the end of the storm.
I will always be your rose through the storms.

When Words Fail

A picture is only a picture
A moment caught in time
A moment that never wishes to be forgotten
But how do you catch a feeling?
You may assume the feeling that is being portrayed in the picture
But you wont really know
Until you know the story behind the picture
You will never know.

Surrender

I let the flames crawl up my spine
I let them spill out when i see you
I let the idea of love swirl around in my heart
I let the burning ease melt away the fear
I let my mind go blank
All that happens when in your arms
Your warm embrace
Your to tight pull
Your Love.

Ours

The kiss you are giving
Or the one you are receiving
The kiss you are enduring
Or the one you are savoring

The kiss you are feeling
Or the one that’s curing
The kiss you suffer for
Or the one that’s soothing

A kiss means sharing
or does it mean daring
a kiss is an offering
or is it demanding

a kiss is an open invitation
or is it a push to surrender everything
a kiss can be beautiful and pure
or full of desire and lust

a kiss given with soul and heart
is our unspoken loving part.