Kiss

It's something far deeper
Than merely touching lips
In a secluded and familiar place.

Closer than touch,
More knowing than sure study,
And more beautiful than any
Man or God made wonder--
Though surely His hand
Touches at the heart of its
Pure and lovely act--
Lovers do more than they know
With a simple brush of lips.

Love,
Then a Kiss.

--C.R.E.

You

Could I give you the world
On a platter of silver
Inlaid with intricate gold
I'd send it your way
When you needed it most--
But you never wanted
My silly little world.

Could I catch every tear,
Sing every praise,
And buoy you up endlessly...
I'd live a full life--
But you never wanted
Me in your life.

I'll find a way someday
To end this one-sided affair,
I swear that upon all I am--
Even if you never cared
About the things I swore to you.

--C.R.E.

Life With Her

How do you go about snaring an Angel?
I know not the process or way.
But I found her one night in pain so cruel
And she chose to stay and stay.

Slowly at first, then ever faster
My cool heart found warm embrace,
With me the student and she the master
Teaching me of love by grace.

And when all seemed well and fine
That Angel all but flew from me!
And though the sun still did shine
Its rays were cold and empty.

Invariably we wandered back
Into ways old and true
And though my heart had become slack
It promptly flamed anew!

Shining with wondrous disbelief
I took your white-gloved hand in mine
And swore that I would never leave
What we had finally come to find.

--C.R.E.

Taking

You sought to change the world, boy--
And with what? Simple words penned
On ordinary paper detailing inanity at its finest?
Finely put, you failed, dear boy;
Your words went unnoticed and uncared for.

You next hoped to save the Angel with the broken smile--
You held her up, told her of Love unmatched,
Spoke extensively on absolution and regret...
And she flew away on renewed wings of glory.
She took your care and left you in the lurch.

So now you sit, careworn, used up,
And merely a shell of what you once hoped to be.
You take up once more the staunched pen,
Raise again a hopeful voice...
And rip your life back from evils' dark clutches.

Persevere, lad.
Endure and hold yourself against the tide.
The world may very well be beyond all mortal help,
Angels tend to come and go,
But happiness is yours for the taking.