The Test

The wind in the storm blows to and fro.
Unyielding, unpredictable but expected.
Life in the form of the flower accedes
Following her love in each direction.
She follows remembering warm in step tangos.
Where once his breath warmed and gave life,
Now screaming force pulls at her existence.
Knowing with each whip and turn, she weakens.
She yields.
Petals plucked with each shift

She loves me...
She loves me not...
She loves me...
She loves me not...

She loves me.

I pay for everything I own
My debts are none
However I am forever
indebted to you
only my heart can total the sum.
Everything I am I give to you.

This was written for me. Just sharing it.

Love

"An eternity passes, as I relish in my thoughts of you

Days span evenings no concept of beginning or end.

I remember our firsts, first time we talked, kissed, and cried.

So many firsts together hand in hand, side by side.

A first is this sort of emptiness that consumes me with fear.

Absence of my best friend is the first time in my life I feel alone.

So much has transpired since our lives have parted ways.

A first for me to ponder thoughts of where I went wrong.

Mistakes were firsts that I will no longer repeat.

The thought of moving on without you renders my heart still.

You were my first love yesterday, today, and future.

I love you forever, always will."

(Another poem written for me.)