Tentacles that twist and turn, is what you use to make me yearn. Grabbing at my soul’s desire, getting ready to spark a fire. Wanting more of you each day, can you please come out to play? Ring around the rosy does not interest me, let us frolic in the sun. Let me loose but not for long, I want to delight in your love.
Open up your arms to me, so I can inescapably begin to breath. Let me in to feel your warmth and cover me from the storm. Stormy skies are all around, in your asylum we will not be found. Please release me when it is over and let your love go without a shudder. I will return to thee one day but for now I must be on my way.
Crisp and cool yet warm at the same time is this feeling of mine. Antiques we may be but our roots are strong. Year after year we open our hearts without fear of harm. Full of excitement just to bloom. The sun we worship but glow under the moon.
A little knot that he tied around my heart and it became a work of art. He worked and worked everyday and it almost seemed as if it was a recited play. Round and round with the twine until he realized that he had bound us as one with just “a little knot”
Speak to me she says as she is basking in the warm spring sun. The breeze blows back her hair as if it were petals on a pansy. She is a gorgeous specimen which in turn cause others to go mute when in her presence. It is almost as if she causes them to go into some sort of dreamy state of mind just by looking at them with her piercing eyes.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.