Thursday, September 29, 2011

Your Magic

I though of walking away
Stumbled, bruised and torn
I had to return; back to you
Your magic is never ending
And you are a tease
But mine

Let's be together
And build a home
I hunt and your cook
We raise kids
With lions and wolves
They would grow up

The day I have to depart
Hold my hand
And sing me a song
On the porch
Hold me in your arms
I would smile while the life fades

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Busy! Busy! Busy!

My girl is always busy.
Busy! Busy! Busy!
She sleeps light,
And when woken feels dizzy.
I call her a thousand times,
The ringing phone makes her tizzy.

My girl is always busy.
She warns me to behave,
And to stop acting like a crazy.
Nothing please her,
I should maybe try blue daisy.

My girl is always busy.
I get restless with longing;
When I see her I get a look lazy.
If I plead my case to her;
She calls it a dream delusional hazy.
Busy! Busy! Busy!
My baby is always busy.

Friday, September 2, 2011

The Greatest Love Poem

I grow fond of you each day;
You blossom like a rose.
If I had a choice, I would steal you,
And plant you in my life.
No more would my eyes long; your smell on me,
And I would be complete.