This One is for You - Blackout Poetry Notes

Want To Stay

The bed messy,
roses in the vase
his head on the pillow.
The view was so unsettlingly beautiful,
This is exactly
where I want to stay.

She loved him for
making her feel beautiful
and the feeling
of being wanted as a woman.

Her affectionate heart
had fallen in love
over poetry.

Happiness is loving what we need.

Love swell
to be as natural and necessary
as breathing.
That golden, everyday love
was a face smiling at me before I
go to sleep.

The room blurred before my eyes.
I felt the cold,
felt the inevitable chill
of wonder over me:
I had to have him.

All my poems
are
for him.

My love spoke softly
but
with passion,
and longing.

A blind fall
had her frail moorings
open suddenly,
and a burst
of faint music evoked
incommunicable emotion,
like a wave trailing in her wake.

I daresay
with a look in
his eyes - 
yes - I must kiss him.