Could you be the name,

flowing like water on the breeze

in my subconscious?

Like a tulip, born in the sun,

my mind expands outward to

greet your love.

Can it be that the

moon shines only for you?

I would steal that silver tear

for you, my treasure.

it is as if you are a

puzzle piece, I that image

of shapes with polygon

abandoned.

Words shall be as scalpels,

cutting away the disease

of a broken heart.

Never shall you be just "a" name

but the name that is branded into my

soul.

07/12/2011