When I sat down to write this poem I had just recently moved, and I was feeling lonely. I had no male acquaintances yet and I was in need! One guy in particular had caught my eye, though. And, one night I was thinking of him and started to write . . . this is what I got:

It's so easy to get so completely and entirely caught in someone else. Especially, when you don't won't to face yourself.

I wrote this poem when I was once madly in love to a very sexy woman named Rosa. She was a woman filled with so much passion and love.

I wrote this poem because when I'm in a love relationship with a woman, I found that there's nothing more arousing and exotic than the sweet taste of her love

This poem was written after spending a rainy day with the man I love. Rain does not have to leave you feeling cold and shivering. With the right person even in a cold rain you can feel the warmth and beauty of love's embrace. May rain fall on you today.

Sometimes just the thought of someone can stir up emotions in us when we least expect it. Hopefully, there is someone in your life, or in your memory, who can stir the following emotions in you.

This is my way of telling the one I love, that he is not another teenage mistake. He has healed all my mental wounds and bound me to him for life, with the unbelievable strength of love.

He has made me, reborn.

This poem explores the feelings that surrounded me late one night, when the 'projector in my mind' was playing reels and reels of someone that I love. The twist, as real as the feel, the reality is not the Picasso painting I have created in my mind, but a space filled with questions unanswered, running to, to run away - and the harsh truth that I have to open my eyes. But it is oh so nice, with my lover, in my mind.

The reason for the Act number is that I have written other poems regarding what goes on in my mind.

This poem describes the true feelings of people who love each other so much that they are willing to give the ultimate gift. This poem is dedicated to my one true love, my muse, my soul mate.

I am a very passionate person, passionate about life and especially of love. I carry my passion deep within, and I am inspired by simple things. Romance is a lost art and although I have no one in my life to share my passion with, I still dream of what passion was will be again.

I am an incurable romantic, originally from Canada and now working in the south of Texas. My poetry is the outlet for my passionate nature, my lust for love and life runs deep. My nature does not go well with the loneliness of a new country, but I have my poetry for comfort, and my dreams for inspiration.