A solitary Rose is an unparalleled wonder to behold.
Displaying for all to see, it's beauty, openness,
and inner qualities equaled by no other.
Red shown as a special quality of blush, love and desire.
She wore it as no other before her, magical and mysteriously.
To the special ones in our lives,
wear the Rose with dignity, grace, and forever.

A Song bird trills a sweet melody through the shady glen.
Her ears hear its tune, heart lifts, and smiling now.
His song joins in harmony, lowly calling, urging, and pleading.
She continues the path to the light,
encouraged by the twin song of love.

The desire to be part of,
to be one with someone.
Is overwhelming, overpowering,
causing occasional loss of heart and the soul.
Let me stand alone, on my feet,
to be who I am.
Give me strength, let me be,
that, which I am.

An extended cyberhand,
of concern and caring.
Lingering touch of love,
tracing his jawline with soft fingers.
Calming an aching heart,
opening a time of sharing and release.
A world away, and yet at his side,
pain turns to joy, bright smiles, and laughter.

For Her only did he take up the path,
was for her only he gave his heart.
Invading every thought, his mind, with her for so long,
he gave in to the relentless passion
of seeking to be one,
to know, to learn, and to love.

White capped peaks usher a day of sun as bright and
eager eyes search the sky for love and laughter.
By the suns' beams his love comes streaming to her,
filling and caressing her begging heart.
Two mystic souls whirl in steady motion, release and
fly to scattered rays reflecting off the freshly fallen snow.
To play, linger together, now and forever.

A heart reaching to soothe, yet too far to help,
to really help her hurt.
Four eyes from the picture ask me,
don't we deserve love?
She so fair, so tender of heart,
the baby.. so trusting!
Pictures of a moment of joy stare at me,
to remind me......
To always be true.. to always love.

A warm brush across her cheek,
slight hush of heated breath down her neck.
His call from miles away greeted her morning,
blown by wings of angels to her bed.

I cried so hard, when she was born,
tears of joy, a father knows.
I cried so hard, as she stepped on the bus,
first day of school, a father knows.
I cried so hard, when she left our home,
tears of fear, a father knows.
I cried so hard, as she struggled alone,
my heart was with her, a father knows.
I cry so hard, because she doesn't call,
I feel so empty... this father knows.
I'll cry til I die, I did something wrong,
But I tried so hard, only God really knows.

Each horizon holds a new discovery,
her heart uncharted,
his desire.. to know more.
Teasing, yet leading.. she guides him slowly,
on a journey of pleasure for both.

Open acceptance of a blackend death.
Heart shattered, can't believe it, won't believe it.
Take me, console me, embrace me!
Sweet darkness.. rest my weary soul.
Pain gone.....peace at last.
Loving memories flood my heart at last..

Her scent was my direction,
love spent in a search for what she offered.
My quest, to lose myself in her,
to find my bliss there, never to wake again from heavens call.
She beckoned,
I arose without question..to her my heart moved,
crying silently for more and wanting ever.
Love me, un-ending, no restrictions,
love me,
Carramia