A State of Wonder

Your beauty exceeds all the majesties in the world

A sight of splendor I have never beheld

Captivating as all the oceans

You rush into my mind like a tide of fascination

How did you come to be?

What thread did heaven use to spin your existence?

Perhaps in view, yet invisible to my eyes.

You have drawn me in with your unmistakable elegance

and I am drawn to you like the blood to my heart.

I seek to have you; I seek to love you.

Yet I am not alone.

The world’s evil seeks to tear us apart

Can we prevail and love true at last?

I search your eyes, the very depths of your soul for my answer

But can my heart handle your reply?

Or will your tragic beauty leave me in WONDER?

A Tale of Jealousy

I scribble my heart out to my lover

And in return my love is pressed

Like a rose nestled between the pages of my favorite book

I am squashed and held firmly in my place.

I love thee as a favorite passage from my hearts novel

Yet I hate the love you read to me from your cold lips.

How am I to ever thrive when my affection is torn from the spine?

Or do you seek to tuck me away as your own private literature

Never intending to share me with another reader?

My story of love for you is true, yet you read it as a fictitious tale

Do you not see the happy ending we could have?

You speak of trust and of devotion thicker than the longest book

But your JEALOUSY has reduced our story to nothing more than a rotting manuscript

Is our love salvageable, or shall I toss it in the fire to never read it again?

Victory Torn

In this competition, I am the prize,

though to win my heart, is to destroy it as well.

Yet each contender fights with unparalleled determination,

both eager to prove their worth

as contestants in this fencing game of love.

Between them I am the referee

I make the calls

I award the points

I declare the victor.

Like a blade across my senses,

My options slash at me from all sides.

I cringe at the decision before me,

Knowing any choice will result in pain.

My heroes each spar with grace and dignity

Each move, cunning and smooth

However, the match must be awarded to someone,

and so it is.

I look at my hands

In them lies the remnants of my heart,

the award for my champion.

Will he claim his prize,

or discard it

like a worthless first place ribbon,

which is worn to shreds,

and will forever remain…Torn.

A Tale of Yearning

Unique and irreplaceable as the moon,

Different from all others in this world,

This is known.

Never to be forgotten or overlooked,

Never tossed aside and discarded,

And never ceasing to serve a purpose.

But of whom do I speak?

Is it you?

Is it me?

Is it some force to which my eyes have no ability to see?

A gift, a prize, a power that benefits many others,

Yet, may only prove to kill.

Will kill.

Who exactly is the light, and who is the prey?

Or are we both one in the same?

Seeking out that which we so covet,

Never caring that it could, in fact, be the demise of us all.

How can we justify such a craving,

While spouting such things as need or influence?

Can we?

Do we stand any chance?

Can we ever find the strength within ourselves to turn from this seductive calling?

This want?

This wish?

This…Deadly Desire?

Perhaps we cannot. Conceivably we are doomed,

Because we cannot see a life without such things.

Maybe, just maybe, we are forever cursed to live a life

Of unquenchable Yearning.