Poppies

A girl sits
In the middle of a field
Filled with flowers
Of the most beautiful hues.
She sits perfectly still -
Aware but unafraid.
She sees the storm approach,
As the poppies blow in the breeze,
But she does not move.
The flowers' scent is strong,
As strong as their passionate color
Is painfully brilliant,
And is goes to her head.
She yawns a bit,
And her eyes grow heavy.
Still she does not move
From her spot.
It is as though
She, too, has grown roots.
She sits and stares
At all and nothing,
As the clouds draw together
In an angry knot.
There is no pain,
Only the comfort
The darkness brings
To her tortured soul.
As her eyes grow heavier still,
The darkness deepens
And her world is filled,
For just a time,
With the heady, red scent
Of poppies.
It is as the last chord,
Played by nature's expert pianist,
Is fingered gently
As the world ceases to spin.
Her eyes close.
No one can save her now...
It is done.

Falling In Love

Ev'ry little thing that you do,
Everything you say
Makes me fall more in love with you.
I'm not sure what's happening here,
But my heart pounds
Whenever you are near.
You touch my hand,
And my butterflies throw a party
As my heart thuds to beat the band.
I don't know what to say,
So I giggle a lot,
And let you speak as you may.
All my friends
Warn me to be careful,
That all this eventually ends,
But I cannot see
How dark my life would be
If you're not here with me.
You leave for just a while
And my mood falls,
And I frown rather than smile,
For I miss you so
When you're not here
To keep my spirits high instead of low.
I see your face,
It's in my dreams
When I'm not in your embrace.
I've fallen too fast,
And I simply cannot break
This spell you've cast.
What have you done to my heart?
I cannot bear it
When we're apart.
Is that so strange?
Am I truly,
Truly so deranged?
I feel ridiculous
Writing these words,
Feeling this,
But I need you near me...
Stay, please,
For eternity!

What I Love

What do I love?
My darling, my dear,
I love you.
I love your eyes,
How they crinkle
When I make you smile.
I love your hands,
The way they hold me close
And play with my hair.
I love your voice,
The clear bass tones
That thrill my heart and melt me inside.
I love your hair,
Those crazy blond lock
That never stay in their place.
I love your laugh,
That obnoxious cackle of yours
That always tells me where you are.
I love how much you care
For silly little me
And my goofy personality.
I love your tolerance
For my crazy parents
And my little brothers.
I love that you
Spent a whole evening
At a ballet with me.
I love how you
Put your heart and soul
Into that piano of yours.
I love how you smile
And roll your eyes a lot
When I sing a high note.
I love how you listen
When I need...
Most guys never shut up.
I love how you try
So incredibly hard
To see into my tormented soul.
I love your poetry,
And how it makes me laugh and cry
When I read the ones meant for me.
I love that you play the bagpipes,
And love Scotland
As much as I love France.
You ask, what do I love?
My darling, my dear,
I love you!