At the center of the universe infinity surrounds,
possibilities endless and cosmic dust abounds.
A bond between two though predictably few,
yet we’ve collided in time and our attraction sublime.
The stars have aligned, as if personally designed;
each day’s a new start, in a palette of joy, music and art.
The sun now glows brighter, our burdens now lighter;
our kisses last longer as our passions grow stronger.
The sky we now share, whilst walking on air,
our love’s in full bloom and the eons for us to consume.
I seek both calm and balance,
yet I know not how.
And you my fearless Leo,
you are this cat’s meow.
My heart now beats more loudly,
whilst I feel your roar.
Our purrs are pure perfection,
who could wish for more.
On a scale of one to ten,
eleven does surely exist.
Our stars now speaking volumes,
why should we resist.
A dream lucid, vivid and in 3D,
my arms reach out, she’s there for me.
Adoring eyes gaze my way,
the gaze returned every day.
Hands touching, skin tingling,
bodies quiver and whispers mingling.
Lips breathing life into a tired soul,
a renaissance shared my only goal.
Her glowing smile warms my heart;
love’s felt embraced or apart.
And with our last kiss goodnight,
my only wish is my morning light.
An unexpected journey has begun;
it starts each day with the rising sun.
Two fates collided with a rush,
our worries faded into a hush.
I wake each day with a smile,
surely to glow all the while.
My first thought is only you,
now silly dreams just won’t do.
Our minds, they are in sync,
I sense what you think.
I know what you’re feeling,
our souls now reeling.
Our days now made more bright,
we’ll tingle till our last kiss goodnight.
And I, now a poet speechless and dreams won’t do.
And my heart now and forever beats for only you.
Only dreamers live the life they choice.
Only gamblers have a life to lose.
With every word there’s a cost.
With every second a second’s lost.
Every child has a dream to live.
Every parent has a life to give.
And for every wish there’s a smile.
But only love makes it all worthwhile.
Days spent in mourning,
nights spent a daze.
Sleep brings no solace,
awaiting morning’s haze.
Time has no meaning,
when only ends are sought.
Life has no feeling,
when the mind distraught.
Pleasures now elude,
the walls are closing in.
Darkness’s soon to follow,
trapped beneath this skin.
Hopes and dreams dissolved,
a mix of bad and worse.
And all that will remain,
yet another mournful verse.
There’s another me I’ve yet to see.
And this other me won’t let this one be.
Both see with my eyes and screw with my head.
But only one’s good, the other better off dead.
Never certain whom will wake,
or the trouble they will make.
Their highs often go way, way too far,
their lows always leaving a scar.
I need to know from where this comes,
who eats cake and who gets crumbs?
This rollercoaster must soon stop,
but then a merry-go-round I will hop.
I’m forcing this poem for a change,
may not be good but surely strange.
And maybe someday we can all agree,
whom the f*** is the real me.