Vintage Blooky Married to Vintage BJ's blog: "Haiku's (and other wordy stuff)"

My dark-haired girl, your hair does grace,
In silken strands, your perfect face;
Your face is like a portal to,
The secret world of me and you.

My dark-haired girl, I kiss your lip,
Like a bee that would seek to sip,
The nectar of a wondrous rose,
In my arms I’ll hold you close.

My dark-haired girl, I've promised you,
And you your faith have given too,
I would not change for the crown of an Earl,
The pride of being loved by my dark-haired girl.

You know what blood, be my number one home-boy and bid and stuff, otherwise i'll be all like emotionally scarred and have to get a social worker and stuff and all sorts of shit like that.

Nothing can stop me,
Not even a Volcano,
Is that all you got?

I do not say I love you,

For want of other words,

Nor because I think,

It is what you wish to hear.

When I say I love you,

It comes from deep inside me,

From a place that you have opened,

A place that you have made.

So now I say I love you,

Because I simply must,

Again and again I’ll tell you,

This will forever last.

bow and genuflect,
bow and genuflect some more,
bootie got status.

You have made me sparkle,
Not with guady neon light,
but with fine lights,
softly bathing my world,
authentic and true,
as real as the firmament.

I am here because I choose to be,
This is where I want to be,
I want you and thats ok,
Because you want me too.

I see beyond your scars,
Beyond the bruises of your past,
You say I am good for your soul,
Yet you have made mine work again.

So, slowly we go,
Confident of the quality,
Like a fine malt,
to be savoured at length.

Thinking about you,
has become a great pleasure,
I don't want to loose.

Antithesis to Blissfully Knowledgeable
Thinking about you,
Equal parts pleasure and pain,
Perhaps more pain now.

I belong to you,
Do as you please with my soul,
I will not object.

Antithesis to Possessed
I gave you the gift,
the most precious you could have.
Look after your toys.

She is my delight,
A surprise from the heavens,
Do I deserve her?

Anitithesis to the Morning Star
Does she deserve me?
I who would give her my all,
it seems she does not.