Maybe I am just A sticky note poem Brief, Up for interpretation Blown away with the wind Maybe I am Some little wildflower Pretty for a week Or two, An absence you Don't particularly notice Maybe I am A summer breeze Impossible to hold, Always moving Fleeting in it's peace Maybe you are A rainbow in grey skies A pillar when The shoddy walls start falling Maybe there is only an End in sight if you close your Eyes and take no further action.

Onwards We move Onwards All we can do As much as ever Soft smiles and working hands Build, chosen Days spent in Sweet company Cherished loves Knowing forever Could never be enough Onwards We move Every sweetheart Smile, Pair of gemstone eyes Cherished for mere moments Slipping into the folds Of time We carved each other Like statues Built on summertime, wine and mountain air Never too brief To hold a seat at the table To pull the clouds from the sky Dedicated to every new fri

Choke to death On the pen I set between my teeth Fill my Lungs with Writers ink - Drown in thoughts From an Overfull Head All the best artists Only get loved Long after they Are dead - An untrue sentiment Made to keep you Thrashing around in bed, When all is written And I am old and frail and Breathing my last breath Let me choke on paintbrushes And swirl around in pencil lead.

Do not grieve Saying chivalry is dead And all the good men Are taken I may not be a man But men are overrated, Anyway And I am far more a gentleman (humble, too). I will walk you To your door, Should you please And kiss your hand Soft and sweet- Do not mind the lip gloss left behind. I will write you Devastating love letters Of your profound beauty And unmatched wit, Your daring adventures Every song you sing. Any bouquet you dream of, The flowers I would grow With my own Dir

Continuously I am reminded Of the Sun The way you bring light Which reflects glorious Colours Off everything Around us I see citrus visions Like Italian summers, Lemonade stands, Peeling an orange For you and Getting the juice All over my hands You taste of Golden honey The most precious resource I know Meant to be spooned into Green tea And drizzled over pastries- I cherish every drop.