Life is an
Arcade game where
With each step
And every level
You learn one
More thing and
Those many things
Result in prizes
I guess today
I finally won
The best prize
Of your heart
Lucky lucky me
Life is an
Arcade game where
With each step
And every level
You learn one
More thing and
Those many things
Result in prizes
I guess today
I finally won
The best prize
Of your heart
Lucky lucky me
Love is grand
A Verdi overture
A twirling waltz
With ball gowns
And black tuxedos
Love is sultry
A Chopin concerto
Written for piano
Violin and harp
Delicate and wafting
Floating high above
Until it lands
Like my fingers
Upon your lips
Love is sweet
And slightly bitter
A dusted nutmeg
On the foam
Of a latte
A bittersweet chocolate
Surprising at first
Disappearing into joy
Love is quiet
And horribly mournful
That wet Autumn
Day when the
World cries too
Knowing you’re heartbroken
Love is everything
Love is simply
Everything to everyone
I have cheated
Yes I have
I have cheated
With those that
I have loved
Then and there
To take my
Mind off my
First love writing
Yes I welcomed
Their distractions and
Yes I entertained
Their attention romance
And intimate interludes
Yes I cheated
But I returned
I always returned
To my one
And true love
For when I
Write I write
Absent of jealousy
Absent of time
Just me with
Me alone deliciously
Alone with me
And from the
Dark one scratch
And one flame
Lit a candle
And the room
Glowed as though
The moon broke
Free from late
Night clouds and
I found you
Watching me like
Shoppers mmming at
Freshly baked bread
Knowing even before
Laying down that
You had plans
For us tonight
Adventures and quests
And eventual lullabies
And like a
Fresh linen sheet
That has been
Recently unpinned from
A flapping warm
June afternoon I
Grasp you and
I feel from
You the sun
And smell in
You the freshness
And carry you
Inside and lay
You on the
Bed smoothing you
Tucking you there
Where you belong