Cascades of color splash,
in folds of splendor.
 
My love for you unfolds,
like petals of a flower.
 
Discovered as a tiny bud,
a humble tower.
 
It's beauty disguised,
hidden it's wonder.
 
Began to bloom,
sweet fragrance exude.
 
A sparkle in the eye,
a love song's tune.
 
Love overflowed,
our hearts out of room.
 
Our emotions exposed,
souls in the nude.
 
Love raises the sun,
in our love's day
 
The petals part,
new petals are found.
 
Time is a blur,
the tower is crowned.
 
Love has been here,
resounds our bouquet.
 
Rose has bloomed,
love has just begun.
 
Aromas so sweet,
permeate fresh air.
 
Discovery never over,
the petals fall there.
 
Perfume left behind,
never undone.
 
My heart is forever,
enchanted, entranced.
 
On an enchanted scent,
our love's existence.
 
Valid forever, no matter
time or distance.
 
One petal at a time,
our love enhanced.

Archive for August, 2007

The hobby of consumerism

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

Have you noticed how for some people a hobby means spending a lot of money on fancy gadgets to “eventually produce something spectacular”? I know I have, and always abhorred the practice. But wouldn’t you know it, I found myself falling for this very same trap recently.
I’ve been exploring photography and even purchased […]

Peacemakers

Thursday, August 2nd, 2007

While on the trolley the other day there was a conflict beginning in the seats right behind Sam and I. The four seats had a young Mexican/American guy with his girlfriend and two sisters. Across the isle from them was an older buff black guy.
One of the girls had made a comment to the […]