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Poem one. It's old.

Like a hurricane breeze you blow my mind, scattering my thoughts and disrupting my thought pattern.

Do you notice?

Can you feel my emotions through my voice?
When i speak to you i hide..
i hide everything i don't aprove of in myself and you find it all.
yet you dig like a pirate finding blackbeard's treasure, loving every step you take to finding what you want.

Do you see that i need you?

Can you hear the tears?
every night i sit up and pray that the lord brings me closer to you so that i may just see you even, i feel like a french romance, i need you like the world needs one language.

Do i hurt you?

Can you never leave?
i hate when i make you feel horrible. it is a sickening feeling that makes me want to degrade myself to a letter and give up everything i've ever worked for just to please you. even my own identity.

Do you love me?

Can you swear on it?
i want to see you when i walk oupon that midnight blue carpet down an isle of unfamiliar yet relative smiling faces in my satin and silk strapless knee-length poofy white as a snow fox dress and i want you to move my veil and kiss me in a soul-bound pure joy filled binding invisible contract of true love.

I want you. I love you. I need you. I'm yours forever. I want to be Mrs. _________ till' death do I part.