Passions of Buring Love

Some say that the passion of love fades with time
That age and time cause love's embers to dim
But for me such thoughts seem quite sad and grim
For the love I have for you rages nearly out of control
Like a raging fire that burns in both my heart and soul
Just like it burned in our younger courting years
And for me nothing at all has ever changed
Everyday finding my thoughts and self
Totally consumed in an eternal passion
A passion of burning love

Two of the Ways I Express My Love to You

So many times a day
I tell you that I love you
And so many more times a day
Those same words thunder through my mind
Unheard by no one except me
But heartfelt all the same
So many times a day

Searching and Waiting for My Muse

Still searching for a muse
But not really searching
Just waiting . . .
Hoping for at least a spark
At least a rebirth
Or an ignition
Just a spark
Or something . . .
I know not what?
At least I don't think so
Or maybe I do know
But am just afraid
Afraid of being alone
And being abandoned
Or maybe even worse
Whatever that might be
Maybe lost . . .
But I won't give up
So I'll continue on
Searching and waiting
Then searching some more
For my elusive muse

I Am Back!

Ah, the first week of November
And here I am back at my blog
After a long dry spell of no writing
And an even longer spell with no muse
Which has rendered me with out inspiration
And sadly without the flow or rhyme, meter, or verse
But now I am back taking one day at a time
Hoping that the right words I will find
However, and most important of all
I am back!

Time Passing By

Time passes ever so slowly
Or so it often seems
Especially when one is bored
Or when the task at hand is unpleasant
And that is when a speedy clock is a God send
Yet, for the most part, time just passes
Be it perceived slow or speedy
I find myself quite needy
If when it passes
I feel like it is passing me by . . .