Framed beauty

Roses fill my eyes with a touch of spring calling me home,

feeling her warmth on my flesh I rise to fall away.

Pale skin seeping into my subconscious desires,

basking in the green that is her life behind her eyes.

A look my way resurrecting what died before,

touched by the magic that she lights up in my heart.

Trees kneel before her as she makes her path my own,

I am for her alone in the shadows I wait for her smile.

Lost without a way making these flowers speak her name,

killing lights and visions of what never truly was.

I am alone in her heart knowing only the love she is,

all else dies away as autumn gives way to my fall.

Singing songs her heart bares all emotions left to see,

with the light in her heaven my hell is now complete.













Johnny Newell