My words cascade from my soul, as the falls
of the river thru my fingertips onto the pencil; like the foam of life
onto the whiteness of the page...while she smile
and teases me with her perfect body and a glass of
wine.

I a fool of my mind and the curse...or is it a gift?
This writing, least I go insane while mumbling in my
walk of ages while listening to her thunder and
feeling the rain...while lovin her as we cross
the sky.

I search for three words...I LOVE YOU...while
her lips brush my Life and bring meaning
to time of happiness while cooking her
favorite dish with pineapples and cake.

My words are meant to bring light to the
darkness and sunshine as like raining
while meandering aimlessly about the
rainbows of life...with You.