like searching for springs of water in deserts,
i seek to find that evasive haunting of romance.
time and again,'tis a mirage for all it's worth;
yet this yearning makes all the difference.

in this transcient world, nothing stays;
the tune is 'to-morrow,to-morrow''tis a rat race.
as we fret, so down goes dawn today,
the scent of romance fades, nothing gold can stay.

longing hearts buried under a load of care,
love is all we need amidst such trecherous air.
if i yeild myself to the sacred romance so rare;
will it lead me to nought but what happiness could spare?

you are the torch that kindles this flame,
within my soul, shed in my life transcendence.
youve become my inspiration. and as a wave;
soaring high, this desire, this hope, let it remain.

passion within

I sit beside you
I sit in silence
wathching you,
waiting,
for a word,
a breath,
a touch
suppressing the impulse
to grab you
and kiss you
like there was no tommorrow
i long to hug you
to feel your breath
upon my hair
to smell the fragrance
of sweat mingled with musk
but you are far away
you gaze in to the starry skies
i inch closer to you
i want to hear you say
the words
but you are oblivious
to my feelings
im still waiting
waiting for you to let me in