Saturday, April 02, 2005

First Love Is like Playing with Fire

First love is like playing with fire:
Aglow with pain and glory.
Tell me, my dear first love,
Whether I'm burned into your heart.
The fire in your body,

The glory of your touch:
Ah! my dear first love,
Never, never leave my heart!
Although the fire is distant,

The pain is always near.
My dear first love, please listen:
I hold you in my heart.

Lovely Poem

I Do Not Know You Well, But What I Know !!

I do not know you well, but what I knowEnchants me,
like a song sung far away.I cannot hear the words,
but what they sayHangs softly on the hills where I must go.
I see you furtively and note your eyes,Hazel and dreamy,

your spirit half elsewhere;I note the sheen of your dark,
lustrous hairAnd wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.
This love brings me sweet pain, but I want more,

Driven by a dream I can't control.I want the truth of you,
untamed and whole;In frantic hope I haunt your open door.


How Can I Tell You What I Feel for You !!

How can I tell you what I feel for you?
When I think of you my feelings twist insideAs if someone's fist reached in and grabbed a few,
And turned and turned them tight and tangled.
I've triedSomehow to say: You're the sun in my sky,
The wind that takes me where I want to go,
The sweet incense that makes me feel so highThat loving you seems all I need to know.
But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute,
Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.
You won't believe it! Better I stay mute
Than offer you cliches that make you gag.
And yet I wish to tell you of my love,
If only love its own locks would remove!