Saturday, July 4, 2009


My love for you inevitable
as we are tied strings
playing the same song
in two different colors;
I reflect on your stoic lyrics
with the ears of a kindred spirit
dancing a slow, dreamy waltz
to jasmine harmonies.


Your eyes tell the story I read
long before,
the same depth,
the same passion,
the same aptitude for my being,
the same solitude,
the same longing;
Fill your longing with me...


How we found each other
is one story,
but how we keep each other
is the story I hope never ends.


How can I lose if we are?

*This is about love, in case anyone
just doesn't get that.


  1. Thank you, Wayne. I know I am not the only person to ever think this way, but I felt I needed to stoke the fire, just a little, to keep things hot. A slow, exceedingly warm burn over glowing embers is good, too. Hope you're having a happy 4th of July weekend. =)