On The Morrow

Godspeed dear lover,
May the Evertree blossom and bring you good tiding amid
your amicable departure from the love nest of my bosom.
As the morrow approaches, so does my love for you.
It grows as far as the distance between us.
Alas, dear heart of my being-fruit of my love.
There is but one and it is you.
It is you that I must wait for.
It is you that I must pine over until the morrow comes.
Forever is the journey of my soul as it races
To become one with you
And your mind, your heart, your spirit.
Hurry back to me.
Hurry back to the love we both hold dear.
Parting is a dreadful sorrow.
Whoever said it was sweet must have lied.
Day and night, as the grass grows green,
Then brown again and as the snow falls.
I will wait for you.
Weeks and Months, as the sun in the sky shines bright
Then the weather gets cloudy and the rain pours.
I will wait for you.
Whether it be a year or a decade,
I will wait for however long it takes
To bask in the beauty of your presence.
The morrow comes to bring you closer to me.
As long as the wind blows I know you still breathe.
I am yours forever, and you are mine.
Dearly beloved we will be gathered
Together on the morrow forever thine.

At least Love Never Fails

This poem is for all those who attempt to fall in love
again after being  brutalized by it.

Shock rocks the stocks,
Love fades like gym socks,
On a Brooklyn block,
They call the cops,
The beating never Stops,
Like cold cocks,
They are all limp,
Like a summer pimp,
Getting no sleep,
Sweating in the gym,
They all attempt to sway her,
Some end up trying to lay her,
But fails.
They try the file out,
Not the prison,
But the jail,
They try to wild out,
But break all the nails,
Hail to the one with tall tales,
Fake hair and fake nails,
At least love never fails.

-A victim of love