The Book of T.J.

My mind has been lost in the maze of your heart
An addictive game I was longing to start

Tangled in the puzzle and I love every minute
Now is your love mine or do I still have to win it?

I love every second of air you breath
Every soft footstep my favorite feet leave

I love every moment my eyes catch yours
Every glimmer of hope in your maze’s open doors

I love what you are and I love what you do
I love the simplicity of me loving you

My love, my only, my mind and soul
The half to make my lonely heart whole.

To explain the joy of love,
A poets words have tried
But in their ignorance, incomplete,
With the fold still over their eyes.

Defined when when love is new,
There are no moments too great.
Everything through the rose color,
No feelings of sad, lonely or hate.

Each moment builds upon the next,
Adding to the colored blur.
Love is the absence of all emotion,
That does not revolve around her.

But this belief, believed by most,
Is nothing more than a bad trend.
It's an emotion few have felt,
And even less can comprehend.

Love is not only the good,
The joy and smile in blend,
But the collection of all emotion,
That will last forever in a friend.