I Will Marry HerI. ArrivalThis is it I've found her door.Inside she awaits my call.The doorbell rings. Door opens.She's been waiting in the hall.I step over the threshold.Her unmatched beauty strikes me.This is my date for the nightand for more nights hopefullyI complimented her dress,and stared into her blue eyesShe said that I look handsome.(I'm accustomed to her lies.)II. DinnerWe were chauffeured to dinnerwhere we ate a meal of kings.Wines off of the finest vinessymbolized the great prestige.We both knew why we were here—no, not attraction and love.Our power and fame combinedmakes us riches unheard of.The three courses went by wellShe's not good at pretendingShe does not try to love me,yet this has no quick ending.I take the bill. She tries to lieby saying her night was great.I put her mink coat on her—An early end to a date.III. The KissI walked her back to her door.Should we follow protocol?I slowly neared her kind faceShe's like an expensive doll.Her kiss is q
Autumn Evening You could feel the season changing from fall to winter, but their love was still frolicking in spring. They had just packed up items from a dinner outside in the clean autumn air. "Let us go for a walk," he suggested excitedly and cheerily. The smile on his face, the raising of his voice, that sparkle in his eye—how could she say no? She looked at him and smiled. A mosaic of warm colors descended from the above trees. She walked along his side while he, as kids do, walked along kicking up the leaves that have collected themselves together on the sides of the road. He stopped. She continued to walk for a moment as he hoped she would. She turned around completing the plan in his head. She wonder why he had the look on his face he gets when he's extremely happy, up to no good, or both. "What are you doing?" she inquired. "You hav
I am Known But to GodKnown but to god. Thats what my headstone says. My mother has walked past my grave multiple times. She has no clue its me. My daughter has touched my cross, not know what shes touching. My wife. I know she can feel me. Sometimes she thinks shes crazy though. I wish she wouldnt. This is terrible. Known but to god. No one will remember me. No one will remember my name. No one will know what I did for my country. Eternal glory? No. Why couldnt they recognize me? Why couldnt they identify me? Why? Why me? Why not the man next to me? Known but to god. No one knows who I am but god
I guess thats all I really need. God. Thats why I am here i
SunriseOh wow...This is about the time when the sunrise is the same color as your hair. Gorgeous sunrise here. There are these huge clouds right where the sun will be soon that are fluffy purple and pink and the sky is your hair moving into a yellow then teal then a dark purplish blue. It's great... I wish you could be here to see it with me. I'd kiss you right now. The pinks and purples are getting more intense, just like our kiss would be doing about right now. The wind blows hard. Though there are walls keeping us in, we feel it blow through us empowering and exciting our souls. We feel like one...The wind stops.The clouds pause at their peak color.And we stare into eachothers eyesand then I whisper those three words I love you.