In this time
Forever changing
Forever constant
My love, timeless in its existence is bound by its intent

If I could love you just a little more
Hold on to you tight enough to let go
I could have you forever if I just say goodbye

You’re not mine,
my dreams create scenes, fantasies, misty and perfect, you’re mine, you’re beautiful, I’m happy.
I wake up and you’re beautiful and I’m without you
The dream, a blissful memory, the fantasy no more than a seemingly torturous reminder that you are beautiful and I’m without…

To have a day of having you, to live a day of loving you, to feel a day of sun and jazz and rain and jazz and love and you and … to be a day like that…
Perfection.
I could dream it but my reality is stunted, I can’t seem to move on,
To forget, to forgive, to grow and be happy.
Why does she get to have your body, you hands and lips and eyes to look into, to caress her, to kiss her
And I get your dreams, your heavy guilty tired sighs and teasing, flirty, taunting thighs, when you decide to reward me for my unfaltering loyalty.
I’ll stay here though, try as I might my soul seems unwilling to let go
But so you know…
In this time forever changing
Forever constant
My love is boundless in its existence
But limited by its intent