For my Azizam in honour of his new year.

So yesterday was my Love's birthday, and even though I couldn't be in the same state to help him celebrate (we will in 3 weeks ) I wrote him this poem... I didn't title it...what do you guys think the title should be??




In my heart you live inside...
equivalent to
old fashion love letters,
tucked away and cherished under beds
protected by ribbons wrapped up
and place carefully inside shoe boxes...
my love for you is just as important
and just as delicate,
while the ink insides those love notes,
sometimes becomes temporary
begins to fade, permanent in ones mind
each word tends to become memorized
from being read over and over
from time to time.
with you, I've done just the same,
imprinted you in my soul,
memorized your touch
for the moments when we've
been apart for way too long.
so dreams become contrary to popular songs,
as I dabble in the ideals of the opposite
damn the left, I want to make you irreplaceable.
better yet, you've become
the non-negotiable factor...
as I can change hair
without a care, even moods...
for you the verdict remains the same
always...
that mere words can not express
and what I could write between the
lines of many poems
is just a tiny speck
inside of the truth,
as I try to express my feelings for you,
the glow of my heart, is a tell tale sign
of how I wanna get lost in this lifetime
shared between us,
wake up wondering when time learned to fly,…
and on those days when time goes slow,
I'll appreciate and admire
the course we've traveled together...
amazed at how it creeps
like a old school slow jam
and with you....
I want for the “we” to become like those
love songs that people consider the “classic”
as we merge into each other souls,
belonging to each other
forever,
and always....



06/12/09 - jfh

Love made out of paper

A love made out of paper


I'd give you anything that your heart desires,
and I'd treat each moment with you like antiques.

and never will my gray hair
make me feel embarrassed
as silver begins to become sneaky
and peek through the black.

while you'll never have to
worry or wonder about my wrinkles
and if I am ever ashamed of them
the newly defined lines upon my skin
un-hidden they are evidence of your movements
living deep inside my smile;
like the reason for my possessions of crows feet.

and you don't have to confirm to me my youth
as if fresh age hasn't quite started to fade yet
with you I forget years of creaky bones
as daily laughter erupts from deep in the soul

and with I won't be afraid of love...

or papers

jfh.0409

Haiku's

Love Sacrifice (written by me)

For you I'd hide my
hair; always wear long pants; not
hold hands in public

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Love Delight (written for me)


Her taste is so good,
that I gave up carbs. Now I
live longer with her.

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True love is in the sole (written by me for me)


I like my men to
be like my money. Can buy
me many cute shoes.