Cold Love

A cold winter night just like any other day. She sat by the green pastures looking at up at the night sky and dark clouds so grey. Wondering if she was in his thoughts or ever passed by. Indeed, she did, every moment he did breathe. The want for her touch the taste of her lips was his need. Her beautiful brown eyes, her magnificent smile. Her dimples so deep like the abyss of sin, he missed kissing the cleft on her chin. Her face so mellow, tender and gentle. Her hair so soft as his fingers found it so easy to run through. He longed to love her again and this she knew. She waited for an apology, he anticipated her call so true. She missed his breath down her neck, everytime he whispered in her ear, "I love you". Her heart she kept caged as his brokenness developed his rage. His slit wrists and her shattered heart left their souls caged from the start. Like water his fingertips ran over her skin's trace. Each time he kissed her forehead while he held her face. Distance was never a problem as they lived across eachother separated by a door. He'd check her light which always would glow. He heard her sobs and wished he'd break through to catch her tears again. His pride was greater than his name of love. Tis a heavy feeling to loose the one you received from God above. The smell of his perfume reaked on her skin. The feeling of head on his chest was his sin. Losing her was always his fear, loving her drew him near. Death laughed when giving the task of separating them both their love was so dear. God, remarked on creating them for eachother was so clear. The devil dared himself to stay away from them out of fear. They'd pass by eachother and not say a word. Yet their souls were loud and shouted out that even deaf heard. He built up his courage and knocked on her door. With a ring in his hand and a bended knee he asked her "will you marry me?". With tears of joy in her eyes she held him tight sobbed her eyes out with a smile so radiant even the moon can't glow. She kissed him and said no, his eyes lighten up in shock, a tear rolled down his face as if time had stopped. He fell to his knees and asked why? She held him up and said "my pride". How the tides have turned upon his soul. He fell clinching his chest as his body turned cold. His soul slowly slipping away as his whole life passed by. The angel of death rode and stopped by his side. She smiled and knew she finally made him break. Revenge was sweet and he made a mistake. Trusting that she loved him still, he broke her spirit but not her will. She wanted him to feel shattered as she once did. She wanted him to feel helpless like an illiterate kid. Her name was on his lips as he did breathe his last. He is but a memory, and to her it's the past. Trust and love go hand in hand. Sometimes things don't turn out the way you did plan. Never let your pride guide you to love. Never hurt what was sent to you from God above. 

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Till death do us part

He wished upon a falling star for love he seeks and couldn't find. She walked right into his path as they say love is indeed blind. Her kindness and gentleness was hard to find with anyone soul who walked the earth. He always thought she was an angel from heaven unlike us created from labour pain and child birth. Her hair so brown the autumn leaves would shy away in disbelief. Her smile so broad and dimples so deep the ocean could be measured while it sleeps. Her touch so gentle her kisses so mild. Even to an infant child one can't compare. The smell of her skin his biggest sin, losing her gave his heart a scare. His love and care grew like a blossoming flower as every hour passes by. He tried all he could and made certain she didn't cry. He counted the days and celebrating each one as of there isn't a tomorrow. She'd rest her head on his heart as he'd bury his nose in her hair and slumber forgetting his pain and sorrow. He'd watch her sleep and wake up to a bright new day to tell her she's so beautiful. He'd fold his hand on bended knees telling the Lord how thankful he is once again. She wore his ring and bore his child a replication of her beauty in a daughter. Alas! Her soul no longer walked the earth, indeed her body returned to the dirt. He sits every morning looking outside his window wondering if she still cared. The bright morning sunshine and an unchanged pillow case with strands of her hair. He dresses his daughter and thinks of his wife who left this poor child in his care. He wishes she was around when his daughter asks ' do I have mummy's eyes or hair?'. He couldn't bear to tell his little girl you look just like her now, he hold her tight and bursts into tears and stops himself from crying out loud. Her hair as brown as the autumn leaves and eyes beautiful as the fine crystal glass. He loves her more than life itself and watched her grow up so fast. He used to tell her stories of how his wife and him did meet. He made smile ever so often cause just as her mother her dimples were that deep. She loved her father even though his hair turned whiter than snow. She spoke a eulogy near his grave and she shed not a tear. My mother awaited my father's return and they now are together without fear. I shed no tears for I know he's happy the sunshine today makes it clear. Death did keep them apart cause I was what kept my father alive. He would have been reunited a long time ago cause he loved me but not as much as he loved his wife. I am but their child and he is gone to start his marriage again. Looking at me saying these things may make you think I'm insane. The truth is that and love is a bond which one cannot explain. She showed him what love was and he replicated the same. Love is but a emotion to some felt by only a few. If you don't feel the same way about her about telling her 'I love you'.


Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Gentle

She is strong like the wind, yet as fragile as a rose.  As angry as a hungry lioness, yet her love for you grows. She longs for your embrace, she loves the feeling of your fingertips on her face. She closes her eyes each time you draw her near. The smiles so beautifully every time you literally catch her tears. She fears her heart breaking as the deer fears being a predator's prey. She waits to hear your voice eagerly every single day. Her cheeks turn pink and her dimples wider than the ocean, each time you hold her hand or kiss her forehead, she can't control her emotions. She places her head on your chest as that's her best pillow. Even her breathing heavily is as gentle as a willow. Her laughter is the best sound which one can hear. You play back all these memories when she isn't near. She goes out of breathe as you hold her from behind and whisper in her ear. The solace of words she longs to hear. Tis the sweetest sound like a flowing stream on a hot summer day. She quenches her love and yet still hungers for you in every way. The smell of her skin is more intoxicating than any spirit or drug ever found. She is your sin but love is what keeps you away from being hellbound. Your fingertips find themselves running through her hair. All you can do each morning is look into her eyes and stare. They pierce through your soul like an arrow on fire. She is your love and passionate desire. You never tire of telling her you care, promising you'll always be there. Your love for her blooms faster than a flower during spring. You love the way she sings as you gently pat her to sleep. She is the one you'd always hold onto and keep. She wears not your ring but she is your everything. Her heart belongs to you, her body and mind too. As thoughts of you form in her mind like clumps, your breath gives her goosebumps. The smell of your perfume fills her nostrils even though your just a few steps away. She swings open the door with a smile to say I knew it was you. How she does that you don't have a clue. Your presence and arms around her turns that frown to normality. A sense of comfort to tell you always stay near me. She is a woman, but completes your soul. She is the one you wake up to and with who you see yourself grow old. Special is her heart that you seal it away. As you fear someone stealing her from you someday. Tis but foolishness to think someone else can make her feel the way you do. She considers you her refuge, love and care. Indeed it's hàrd to love a woman when these types of feelings aren't there. Never tell her I love you unless you really feel it's true. Cause repairing her heart is impossible cause she has trust issues. Love her while you are still breathing, cause even if your gone. Her heart for you is still beating.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The last kiss

He dwells in the darkness and looks out his window every night. Wishing he could hold her once again and make things right. He suffered the consequences of his actions by choosing his passion over her love. He now does what he loves but is hollow as he grows old. She wanders through day by day searching for someone new. At night he has someone to hold on to. But she wishes it was someone she once knew. Peace isn't a friend of his and love to her hasn't been kind. What he saw was her beauty and loved her till the end of time. He will not try replacing her as her fond memories he does keep. He suffers through his sleepless nights, as she cries herself to sleep. Consolation is for the pitiful and rendered love they both seek. Tis a foolish shame eachothers heart they couldn't keep. She's always on his mind as he is always on hers too. Not a day goes by that he doesn't tell himself, how much I miss you. She kisses the lips of another and keeps her eyes closed, his fingers aren't streaming on her face as he isn't the man who loves her the most. He'd push her hair behind her ears and look into her eyes. He'd whisper in her ear so close I'll love you till I die. He kept his word and she took her broken heart away. He wanders through this desolate plain with her memories making his hair grey. He holds no one else's hand as her fingers between his he can still feel. He walks by her house each day seeking glimpses of her is surreal. His heart is overjoyed and his excitement he can't withhold. His promise of their future was to watch her grow old. He doesn't have wealth, he never knew his future would become his past for eternity. He loves her more than life itself, for her he'd happily go down on one knee. He wishes the ring she now wears belonged to him. He wishes she was his kin. He wishes she knew how much he needed her close. He wishes she'd understand no one else can love her the most. He knew her like the back of his hand. Her pout, her smile the dimple that was more radiant with time. Her brown hair that matched the colour of her eyes. He watched her on her wedding night as a stranger in the crowd. A tear rolled down his heartless face he now pictures her in her beautiful  gown. He sits alone in silence and solitude thinking about her from a picture frame. On his lips lasts her name, which he recites every second of his life. He can love no other he can't make anyone else his wife. He can't ruin another woman's life. He stays away now as she requested him to do so. That's what happens when you let love slip away and go. If you own her heart and forget why you took it in the first place. Admire her beautiful face and tell yourself why you love her the most. Stick by her side as close as the holy ghost. Remember why she's yours and how it feels to hold her in your arms. How much it means to never let her go. You'd be happy to know rather than having her presence missed. Love her everyday cause you don't want to know the feeling of a last kiss.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Undying Love

She lays her head down on her pillow and cries herself to sleep. He isn't by her side to hold her close and have his love to keep. She stares put her window, and wonders if he'd ever come back? She's walked off a cliff so steep, tis affection and care she does lack. She longs for his soul, his embrace she does miss, her skin and forehead can't feel his lips, her can no longer melt from his kiss. She stares at her hand and wondered how easily it fitted in his. Her heart wanders the desolate earth as she sees every man's smile but his. She craves his touch and her finger looks bear without his ring. She plays his favourite song and along with it she does sing. Her skin bears his name tattooed while her heart has embedded his soul. Her love for him will never die even though old age does but grow. Years go by as she walks by his house wishing he was there, wishing she could see if he's happy or would he hold her tight, or at other they'd just stare. She misses the fights and arguments she'd never win, she'd shut him up with just a kiss. He'd smile right kiss her back and say about you this is something I hate. She sat down one-day and realised he never will come back he's happy without her and that's but a fact. She walks home that even and finds flowers at her door. The aroma of his cooking fills her house and her is filled with joy even more. He smiles and says did you miss me? as runs to embrace him tight. They burst into as they know that fight wouldn't last and wasn't right. His egoistic behaviour and her annoyance to prove a point did nothing but ruin their lives. Sometimes you must let go of you pride to see her shining in the light. No matter how big the issue or brutal the fight. All you need is eachother to things right. It's easy to hold on to anger and easier to hold her close and love her the most. The choice is your which one would you choose?

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Happy birthday mummy

He gazes at the night sky, counting each star that twinkles so bright, as the memories pass by and thoughts of her smile longer on his mind. He remembers the day he opened his eyes for the first time and saw your smiling face. You'd sing to him hymns and kiss his nose while you watched his sleep. You helped him walk as an infant cause his balance he couldn't keep. He wished he spent more time with you instead of with the girls he barely knew. Your presence is truly missed and festivals don't feel the same. He wasn't someone who's gonna make you proud, whenever she'd chastise him he wouldn't make a sound. He wishes heaven wasn't that far and his wings haven't grown. He wishes she didn't have to go so soon to a place he can't follow. His soul is now distant and hollow. A mother so special and unique that she can't be replaced in this sorrow. Years have gone by and it's god's plan. I need you mummy I'm in a bit of a jam. I wish I could have been a better son. I wish I could have more ice cream with you. I wish I could have been able to make you feel happy every single day. Of only wishes came true. I'd get to once again see you. Thank you for the values you bestowed on me so true. Sorry for the times I hurt you. I wish this poem could travel to heaven so you could read it in your mind aloud. I feel if you're around I'd get to see you without any doubt. If you could see me now you'd know my hair is turning slightly grey. Just like every year i wanna say happy birthday. Even though I know it's two day ahead of time as usual.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Forever and ever

She looks at each new day, with eagerness and joy. As the rain causing morning dew leaves her soul in coy, as she thinks about the boy. Who left her there, no remorse did he have nor did he care. Her love for him grew stronger with each passing day, memories of them together made special in every way. He sits alone and thinks if he really did make a mistake? Letting her go was for her own sake. He swallowed his pride, lied and said, I don't love you and can't deal with this instead. She was his soulmate, gentle and kind first love, to which he'd run back to anytime. He had but a year only to live as cancer ate through his body so vivid. She had a clue and he hadn't the heart to tell her this was true. He never loved anyone else but kept her name on his lips every time he did breathe. She wouldn't move on and he wouldn't let his heart forget. He would love her until death. His first glance at her beautiful face made him feel things he never could in so many ways. Her brown hair and piercing eyes. Was his refuge from everything that ate him up inside. One fine day when the sun basked in its glory she received a letter about his death and unfortunate story. She smiled as she sat by the window and accepted the pain. She could feel the poison consuming her soul all the same. Coincidence is not viable in this situation to gain. In heaven they shall meet again. Love can be mysterious and sometimes death can be a gift. Your body to hold and soul to lift, lovers spat, and hearts can break. Cherish your own for your name sake. Tis but easy to say I love you, but it's hard to mean it and stay true. Not every love stroy has a happy ending. Not every heart is yours to keep breaking and rules to keep bending. Careful with who owns your heart, you wouldn't want to be left alone with but your sorrows to cart.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks