Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and
then ask myself, why?Why do I love you?
I think and smile,because I know the list could run on for miles.
The whisper of your voice,
the warmth of your touch,
so many little things that make me love you so much.
The way you support me, and help with my emotions,
the way that you care and show such devotion.
The way that your kiss, fills me with desire,
and how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.
The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
lost with you forever is where I want to be.
The way that I feel when you're by my side,
a sense of completion and overflowing pride.
The dreams that I dream,
that all involve you,
the possibilities I see and the things we can do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,
how that deep in my soul,
you are the most important part.
I could go on for days,
telling of what I feel,
but all you really must know is my love for you is real.


poems the expression of ones feeling
they express your world in a simple way
tell the words that u could in no other way say.
days that pass things that happen feelings that are felt
changes the world around me.

was wondering what matters to me the most and realised that i spend most of my time driving
to work and back trust me the journey is long
my music keeps me busy but i notice things :
loads of billboards........that can get people killed
random people lost in their world crossing roads at their own fancy.
people still in sleep trying to get to work so that they can understand the concept of surving,
in the evening same people getting home after a day of hard work and dragerery........
sleepy faces ,
tired faces,
angry looks,
looks of stalment
lost thoughts,
pale exsistence,
some glad faces with passion rising
the moves on a constant pace
we immuned to the noice and pace
last one out is a loser they say
i dis agree i say he lived to the fullest