When new love Comes
and it begins to blossom
It will be pure and fresh with a sprinkling of zest and spice
that will gradually
begin on a slow burn
and eventually our hearts will melt
and the red fire
will consume us both
but with a promise
that the love and passion will forever stay alight
An evening for two
I had on my old pearls
and he his victorian pocket watch and chain
We met at the station at half past eight in the evening
and booked a table for two at the Vine hotel in the town
he sat opposite me and held my hand while our feet danced under a long white tablecloth
we chatted and laughed and gazed
into each others eyes
and drank quite alot of the best white wine
It was the first time we had ever met but it felt as if it had been going on for many a year
the bonds felt strong and the feelings felt right
we made a short evening last all through the night
and then in the morning we made our way back to the station where we had met and waved to each other as one of us left for the long journey back home 
As I write the words to this poem
my imagination soars high above the clouds
and as each color
becomes visible to me
The vibrance sparks of all sorts of wonderful things
like the deep dark shade in your eyes
the strong color dominating your looks
and the passion that set my heart alight on the day we first met
each color reminding me of our friendship
and the darker colors that appeared in the black of night
now when I allow my my mind to fly
in the skies up above
my words come alive and my soul is set free
You are in my heart
your the keeper of my soul
my head is full of you
and my mind is filled only with notions about love
you are my world
At night all I hear in my dreams is your strong voice
echo in my ears
you are part of my life now
and I am yours to own
you are the love that I desire
untill the very end
Together for pleasure
raw but wonderful
a union of two bodies
how I longed for this
and for you to know
how much we are entwined
I imagine us as two snakes
coiled in perfect harmony
locked in embrace
you are my guilty pleasure
forever 
Sweet memories
sacred words and thoughts
are buried in amongst the
the flowers and many grasses
and some written in
my book of love
Many happy moments are scatterd like seeds and waiting to germinate with the warmth of love from afar
a peaceful retreat and haven awaits the onset of Spring
when that that lays dormant suddenly springs to life
