Roses for a friend:
The real voyage of
discovery consists
not in seeking
new landscapes
but in having
new eyes !

Do not undermine your worth
by comparing yourself with others.
It is because we are different
that each of us is special.

Do not take for granted
the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life.
for without them,
Life is meaningless.

Do not let your life
slip through your fingers
by living in the past
nor for the future.

The best way to keep love
Is to give it wings.

Do not run through life
so fast that you forget
not only where you have been.
But also where you are going.
Life is not a race but a journey
to be savored

Each step of the way.

A Flower Grows:

From the seed, a stem, stretching for life,
then a bud, perfect in its beginnings.....

Her heart fills with boundless joy, at the sight
of the small bundle she holds
so delicately in her arms.
Her face filled with delight,
wonderment and awe,
she sits and rocks,
watching every movement.

So bright and yet helpless,
so dependent yet strong.
An inexplicable part of her very being.
Immortality, anxiously awaiting his turn at life.
An extension passed on from
one generation to the next.

Never to lose the support of his beginnings.
He is the very essence of what she was,
is and will become.
Drawing his strength from her to find new horizons.
Stretching both mind and body into a new shape.

An individual, who will grow beyond what he is.
Carrying within him hidden memories.
A look, a movement, so much like someone before.
See there, just now, it was just like I remember.

He is the present and the future,
full of hope and dreams.
A melding of the best of
his beginnings and his history.
Binding them together forever in unseen ways.
A flower full of life, carrying with him, eternity.

From the flower, a seed, the pearl of life,
returning to the earth, to begin again.....


The bloom I hold so near to me
Conceived in natures bed
Is as the love,so dear to me
that lives inside my head
My Love Grows
Colors and hues;infinite,
Special qualities;definite,
each to the others complement
My Love Grows
The Rose I hold dear to me
Yes My dear is You,
you engulf my soul
My heart, your tender hands do hold,
My arms, entwined about your wasit,
Your lips, sweet nectars taste,
Is still upon my lips,
My kisses find new pleasures
My hands slide down your hips,
Then slowly searching upwards
for newfound treasures.
My Love Grows
Lips devouring your lovely breast,
Your fragrance, the essence,
no comparsion to the rest,
Just one thing, you can be sure,
My feelings, Real and Pure
My Love Grows