My Poetry


I lost track of the time and found life.

I found life and denied passion.

I found passionĀ and denied the sun.

I found the sun and denied warmth.

When I found warmth I was left cold.

Cold lived here awhile until I found you, but will you stay.

Will you stay until time no longer matters?

Until the sun caresses our skin,

Until passion overwhelms us both,

Until warmth radiates through us,

Until the cold is left standing alone,

Will you stay?

Love is lost,
can I find it?
Do I dare?
Does it find me,
but where?