Darren C Swartland

Tired of being left in the dark
wondering why she isn't enough
though he takes joy that's sparked,
as they create flames making love.

Feelings never burn within his heart
instead it fades as smoke in chimneys.
Drifting by like wind after satisfaction,
leaving her to rekindle a fire from ashes.

Tell me tales of your experiences
like a novel painting imagination.
Take me back like a time traveller
to days sleeping thumb in mouth.

Let me feel scars from your youth,
imprints that helped shaped you.
Allow me to witness an upbringing
through moments of conversation.

Awaken a deeper understanding
within me so I feel a connection
to passion strangers cant fathom.

Speak to me about everything,
whatever intrigues your thoughts.
I'll listen closely so no need to rush.

Like stationery I am going no where,
day in and day out I'll erase doubt
while sharpening what has lead
me to permanently mark her
as who my name shall be
shared with, I'll colour
in the days of my life
by penning down
my signature
ruling that
she shall
be my
wife.

I love you the way the sun loves the earth,
with warmth of every feeling it has birth,
growing flowers within you, you deserve,
planting a kiss gently upon your surfaces.
Though rhythm of our affection may dry
with devotion I'll never desert your cry
for I'll continually be the light of your life.

I can not stand to gaze at
what lies adjacent to me,
jumping out of it's skin
to pierce without a sorry.

Though blessing need not
to give a word of apology,
offense is taken solemnly.

Hurt shadowed circuitry
so how can I stand to see
brightness shine lovingly
if emotion esclipes poetry.

Radiance is given willingly
and all I have as an offering
are shards dipped in misery