Imperfections (Poem)

My imperfections shine so brightly
yet you still love me,
as your imperfections are non-existant
as you live life as if you had any.
I’m such a mess I know it,
yet you embrace them,
while you step forward
reaching out for my hand,
trying to guide us into the next step.

These imperfections of mine give me small limitations,
yet you keep pushing
showing me to see over the wall,
and see the next step ahead.
I’m such a mess
I know I will be throughout time,
you show me the value of my imperfections,
and where I can be in time.

Messed Up Souls (Poem)

Two messed up souls have found each other
seems like they had to wait a lifetime
choosing to focus their time on themselves
while waiting to find each other,
waiting on fate to intervene.

Two messed up souls dance
enjoying the beat
as it thumps into their feet,
dancing through the living room forgetting about their imperfect moves
time has no place,
clocks have stopped
as these two souls click into harmony.

Igniting A Fire (Poem)

Before my eyes I see the most beautiful candle,
one that attracts my soul to theirs.
Before my heart I feel an urge
to light a fire to show my love for her.

I, as a match, strike the box,
igniting a light
startling her and I at the same time.

Lighting the wick on the candle,
a fire comes into view,
growing ever so brightly
throughout the nights
until our last breath.

Fresh Cup of Tea ( Poem)

The steam rises from the kettle
as the phone on the counter stays silent,
creating an uncomfortable scene
with me standing in the middle of it all.

Another morning where I relive each memory,
the good ones along with the bitter ones,
toasting the new sun with a fresh cup of tea each morning
letting the universe take hold of our destinies.

As the tea leaves mingle with the water,
it is here I know that this small trial is meant to make us stronger
not weaker,
so all you and I can do is hold on a little longer,
drink our tea,
and watch the sun rise again the next morning,
while we are in different countries.

August Afternoon (Poem)

It’s an August afternoon
the sun beats down on you and I,
here I can picture you walking by my side
till we both die.

Farther down this road
as I stand beside you
I look at you,
glancing ever so often into the future,
to see the life this waiting for us is like.

And now here we are
on this beautiful day,
as the love between you and I grows,
and this is the truth,
I will spend my whole life loving you.

Language of the Heart (Poem)

I speak the language that only you know,
while the rest of the world tries to decipher,
for it is our hearts that speak the same language.
The words speak the truth of my intentions,
they show that I want to sleep with you forever,
travel the world with you by my side,
and die in your arms.

From this day forward
I make you this promise,
that no matter how far we are apart,
I will send you moonlight kisses
till you are in my arms again.

* Painting commissioned by Vincente Romero Redondo

Three A.M. (Poem)

I found myself in the arms of a woman at three a.m. in the dark,
a thousand times I’ve dreamt of this moment,
wondering what it felt like,
wondering how I would feel
when I see her sleeping next to me,
with the city light outlining her silhouette next to me.

Here I am at three a.m.
wanting to turn on the light,
but not wanting her to wake up,
cause this sight of her makes my heart drop,
for she has stolen my heart,
with just her snuggling up against me and dreaming.