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Taking care of a woman is a challenging job. This is especially true if you are her boyfriend and trying to figure out what she wants. Man and woman are a different species with different needs. How can we hope to care for each other in the way that we would like to? The truth is that it is impossible. Misunderstandings are inevitable. You cannot avoid stepping on each other's toes. The only thing you can do is to be as considerate as possible and apologize when you have wronged her.

I want walk with your hand in mine
I want to talk to you through candles
I want to catch your smile in a crowded room
I want to sing the songs with you
I want to kick the leaves
I want to sit on the grass
Walk barefoot on the sand
Toes in the water
Hand in hand

I want to feel the rain on our faces
I want to feel the wind in our hair
I want to feel the race in our hearts
The tips of your fingers
The warmth of our bodies
The heat of our love
The salt of your soul
Hand in hand

Hold Your Hand

I can hold your hand when you feel
Things get too much
When you feel you are scared
When you feel you don’t know.

When you think you are
Not ready
I can wait
Wait till you decide
How ever long that may be

I can help you laugh
I can help you learn
About me
About you

When you want to shout
To scream
To whisper
I can listen

I can hold you when you
Want everybody else to go away
I can love your body and soul
When you want to share your deepest wish

I can hold your hand when you feel
You want to walk
When you want to share
Special places, special words
Special memories

I want to hold your hand
Tight in mine
And not let go.

Only a few days, dear one, a few days more.
Under oppression’s shadows condemned to breathe,
Still for a time we must bear them, and tears, and endure
What our forefathers, not our own faults, bequeath:
Fettered limbs, each impulse held on a chain,
Minds in bondage, our words all watched and set down
Courage still nerves us, or how should we still exist,
Now with existence only a beggar’s gown,
Tattered, and patched every hour with new rags of pain?
Yes, but to tyranny not many hours are left now;
Patience a little, few hours of lamenting remain.
In this parched air of an age that desert sands choke
We must stay now—not forever and ever stay!
Under this load beyond words of a foreign yoke
We must submit for a while—not for ever submit!
Dust of affliction that clings to your beauty today,
Crosses unnumbered that mar our few mornings of youth,
Torment of silver nights, a pain with no cure,
Heartache unanswered, the body’s long cry of despair—
eOnly a few days, dear one, a few days more.

Before you came,
things were as they should be:
the sky was the dead-end of sight,
the road was just a road, wine merely wine.
Now everything is like my heart,
a colour at the edge of blood:
the grey of your absence, the colour of poison, or thorns,
the gold when we meet, the season ablaze,
the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames,
and the black when you cover the earth
with the coal of dead fires.
And the sky, the road, the glass of wine?
The sky is a shirt wet with tears,
the road a vein about to break,
and the glass of wine a mirror in which
the sky, the road, the world keep changing.
Don’t leave now that you’re here—
Stay. So the world may become like itself again:
so the sky may be the sky,
the road a road,
and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.

inside near vision
trying to see
the inside
of you

like a dove
cooing out whispers
whispering so
very sweet softly
i am inside
totally in love

within and out
embracing you
my beautiful baby
i feel
a warm softness
fluttering hot wings
butterfly kissing
your soul

i sold it
to you darling
whom i will always
love and look after
its your sweetheart
i forever will
golden beauty

Mi cielo
it seems
I cannot have you
nor leave you
between this not having you
or the leaving
I fail to comprehend
my reason for loving you
somehow I know all the while
why I should forget you...

You do not wish to alter
your deceptive ways
or cease seeking me
so I will alter my heart
so that half of it
will now abhor you
while half remains to adore you...

Since we're bound in passion
let us find a happy medium
all this anguish is non-productive
so let us diminish this behavior
of jealousy and mistrust...

For one who only offers
half of themselves
should not demand all from the other
and remember this mi amor
while you are dancing of deceit
know that my dance
will reflect yours...

searching no more for answers
in the cunundrum of this life
I have stumbled on the truth
that which eluded me always
today, it finally showed
the enlightening of my mind
that travesty of hopes
are indeed the illusions
I have always kept inside
I am in love, or I thought I was
but the question is:
was I really? or was it all a lie?
him that made me feel queen for a while
was all but the devil in disguise?
can someone wake me up
and fix my broken heart?
can someone tell me, tomorrow will be alright?
oh but I know you are all tired
tired of listening to the useless
pointless wails of my mind
and maybe..... you can even say:
"can you shut the hell up already?
we are sick and tired of your journey
move over, stay away"
this world turns whether you're here or not
so please save us from your litanies of hurts
no matter how you look at it,
you were never really in love..

A majestic Eagle soars the lofty sky,
Yet you have swept me higher,
From the ashes where a Love did die,
You kindled a spark to wild fire.
Below lies Atlantic's murky depths,
Titanic's dark watery keeper,
An ocean swelled with tears long wept,
But you have dragged me deeper.
Your touch restored new flesh today,
To the bones of an Interred Love,
And you have swept my soul away,
From it's Hell.. to the Heavens above,
......
Now to cross o'er the Irish Sea.....a dare,
Fear not my Love, I'll soon be there !

I'm gonna get her flowers
So she'll know how I feel.
Nothing I will keep from her,
All will be revealed.

I think I'll buy some roses
Bout a dozen for my sweet.
I'll make sure she knows that
I'm so happy I could leap.

Maybe I'll get her irises,
To tell her I admire,
This will let her know how much
She fills me with desire.

But I could give her sunflowers
They say how I adore,
They let her know I'm loyal too,
And I could give her more.

And what of the carnation,
That means I'm fascinated,
But this is so much more than that,
I'm truly captivated.

No, I will get her roses,
Red ones say it best,
They will tell her this is love,
A kiss will say the rest.
J.S.