On the Wrapper

The reality of a relationship...

You should have come with a label
On your wrapper
So that I could have been aware
Of your intensity
The way that you chose to love me
Was at another level
And higher degree
Passion and soul
Sometimes out of control
Unable to tame
The thoughts that you hold
Bold and yet cold
Not easily sold
By my late nights...

Yet I wanted for nothing
Your dedication knew no bounds
You held me tight
But soon I found
That you stifled with your grip
And I was not well equipped
To deal with the fallout
From your acid lips
So now I look back
And still miss your wild ways
Reminisce on our love
And those lazy Sundays
Pondering whether
Things would have been the same
If I was able to first read your wrapper.

The Love of You

My first public display of poetry was with this poem back in 1996, so it means a lot to me and too the person that I wrote it for...

I wish that I could walk on clouds
There is something pure about the sky
My worries would disappear
And I could live out a brand new life
Then I would be able to love
Just how love was meant to be
You would forgive my past mistakes
And walk upon the clouds with me

I wonder if I could fly
Would the sensation be as beautiful as it seems
Watching the birds soar high
Imagine the thrill and the feel of slipstreams
All my thoughts could be natural and true
No pretence no falsehoods would ensue
All I need is the freedom of love
Whilst soaring the skies with you

I envisage myself as a breeze
Playing lightly across open fields
Rising up to the top of the trees
Swaying among daffodils
Hide and seek with the sun and the moon
Floating high across clear blue seas
Whipping up Sahara sand dunes
In search of the sweet love of you

I sometimes think of myself as a wave
Gently moving towards a shore
To taste pebbles and shingle and sand
Before creeping away once more
And each time I returned I would seek
The one thing that I knew to be true
For despite all my thoughts I am lost
Without the sweet love of you