Eyes and Perfume

Her heart, it skipped a beat

(that meeting in my room

when first our eyes did meet),

the scent of her perfume.

I wont my friend dishonor,

though weary of this load,

for desires are an anchor,

though seasons hope erode.

Again I hear him yell,

he shoves his loving Vicki,

the end it does foretell;

with battered heart she'll come

to me. 

THE    ROSE

Rose, fragrant, fertile, doomed:

inside its red velvet petals,

in the rose hip their gnaws a beetle--

sweet beauty housing death!

On a bed of dirt below

her petals soon will fall,

for at one ovary cancer gnaws

to assure my love an early death.

SCHEMES  &   DREAM

Love slumbers

in our measured numbers,

making it disappointing dream

filled with business schemes.

But reason has us taught

How to rise above to let love casts us free