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"Let your light fade into the mist of darkness .."

I feel no fear but love.
You are my knight and I your fair maiden.
Let the moonlit night, the road takes us to a journey of unknown possibilities.
Our lives intertwined as 2 wild roses with thorns of love, never so magical.
Darkness, flee from us.
We are one.
TRUE destiny will never separate us.
Let me hold you while you hold me, with a magic kiss you expect.
Love will never be gone from our vocabulary ..
Let's build our own paths to freedom ...
Take Me Away My Kind hearted knight.

love me.

Leone

Leone is pale almost flower white.
Her eyes are harvest moon yellow.
Leone's fingernails are so white and clear
Such as the diamonds made from our mother Earth.
Her mind is so brilliant that it makes
The most genius scientists doubt themselves.
Leone's grace and elegance make her flow
Upon floor and floor as she walks.
Leone knows all but yet speaks nothing
In her silence a million words could be said at once.
She makes it impossible for her to be human.
I have doubts already.
The only thing that I can come close
To comparing her with is a flower maiden.
Made of a lily white flower.
That blooms from the light of the red moon.
Her snow frosted hair blows through a sea of colors
As it flows down her back.
The glimmer of her hair and eyes remind me of a sun kissed ocean.
Her lips are like fire red rubies burning in the pits of hell.
The flower maiden of unspeakable brevity is my cat.
This is what I see in her everyday as I look into her eyes.


ehh I wrote this in the 5th grade so yeah :/ not very good but it was a first and I think that last xD

for Grampa


"Doesn't he look like himself?" they asked it,
Asked the question not of me, but the casket.
Look like himself? what self had they ever know?
The self who had trekked, or had swum, or flown?
To them this was a social occasion;
To me, a personal invasion.
My closest friend had left me all alone.
The truth lies deeper than mere flesh and bone.

Is he himself, this waxen effigy?
Can he train a bird dog, or plant a tree?
Be patient with each idiot relation?
Defend his ecology, or nation?
His epitaph is not in stone, but in me.
I'll be the self that he would have me be.


(c) chessiejo 2008

[note: chessiejo is my other account]