Phatchick,
most have alread heard or read my romantic stories but here they r
get 12 dozen roses all different colors because they each have a differnt meaning and write a poem for each meaning and how the represented her, took her to a rest. in the hills that use to be an old castle...then after drove to a suit that i had already set up with rose peddles, candles and my stero for her fav. music...
her fav. movie was Pretty Women, i rent a limo and drive to her school dressed in a tux, she lived on the third floor, i called her from the limo to look out the window, when she does i pop out of the sunroof with flowers and a umbrella...
Below is one of my fav. poems that i wrote
Tears
Your eye weeps the fruit of physical frustration,
like a pocket of sadness it runs haphazerdly down your cheek.
To define as water, to understand as pain.
Trapped in a solid state it is your worry.
Unknown to oneself it has a path,
from your check to my ear the sense is clear.
The reality of human emotion, pain is transferred.
A synthesis occurs as my eye responds
I wipe your worry, and taste my sadness.