Where Have You Been All Night?

Where Have You Been All Night?

As the sun dips below the horizon, the world succumbs to the embrace of night. Shadows deepen, and silence thickens. Alone, I lie in the stillness, my thoughts consumed by you. Where are you tonight, my love?

Through the faint glow of moonlight slipping past the curtains, I cast a glance at the empty space beside me. How I long to see the gentle gleam of silver light reflecting off your serene face. To press a tender kiss on your soft lashes, gaze into your warm eyes, and whisper a quiet goodnight. Yet, the emptiness remains, and I wonder, where have you gone?

As sleep begins to tug at my consciousness, my heart grows heavy with longing. I yearn for the sight of your cascading curls, the soft waves of your hair carrying the scent of a garden after rain. In my mind's eye, I see you draped in your favorite silken nightwear, its gentle folds resting against you, rising and falling with each delicate breath. I ache to know who might be entranced by your beauty tonight, in my stead.

In the quiet hours before dawn, the faint rhythm of rain taps against the roof, stirring memories of you. I recall the sight of you stepping from the shower, your hair slick and straight, glistening like a waterfall. Droplets danced along your skin, clinging briefly before tumbling to meet the ground. In that moment, I envied those beads of water, tracing paths across your form. If I could, I would trace a thousand such paths, each bringing you a thousand smiles. Perhaps then, I would not be left wondering where you are tonight.

As morning arrives, streaks of sunlight pierce the room, and the weight of a tender touch pulls me from my dreams. Warm kisses brush against my skin, and I feel your presence pressing against me. Slowly, I open my eyes to find you gazing back with those beautiful eyes, your hair falling like a soft veil around us. Your fingers glide to mine, intertwining, as if to remind me: you are here.

The silken barrier between us is gone; flesh meets flesh, warmth meets warmth. In your embrace, I am lost, and the questions of the night fade into nothingness. Have I woken, or am I dreaming still? I wonder, where have you been all night?

The Meeting of our Real and Virtual Worlds

The Meeting of our Real and Virtual Worlds

At last, we meet, once bound by the screen,
Now, face to face, where reality’s seen.
No more pixels between our hearts' desires,
May tomorrow, be our time to inspire.

We'll share the sunrise, the sunset’s glow,
The quiet moments where true feelings flow.
In life’s embrace, we’ll find our way,
In the dance of time, we’ll seize the day.

Your smile, so bright, a light so pure,
A glimpse of your soul, both calm and sure.
Through every smile, through every virtual word,
The depths of you, my heart has stirred.

Though our time may be fleeting and brief,
Captivated, I was, from the start of it all.
Thank you for being you, so true,
For showing the world your spirit through.

As we open our minds, hearts free,
May the world, too, open wide to see,
That here, in this moment, we stand and grow,
Our two real worlds collide, and together we will grow,
As the night glow fades the virtual world sets upon us again.

Love is a Funny Thing

Love is a Funny Thing

Love is a funny thing,
You love the morning sun that shines,
Your best friend, your family, your partner in life.
But how do we know which love is real?
Or is it beauty and nature that our hearts should feel?
Why can love be so different, so surreal?

If I say I love my dog,
Does it mean I don't love you?
For my dog can be my best friend, too,
Can we only love one, and not another?
Does the heart allow just one love to pursue?
Or are there many loves for us to seek?
Love is a funny thing.

We’re told to love just one,
But how can that be true?
I love my grandmother,
And my brother too.
Who controls my love for who?
Can we love more than one? Who says we cannot?
Love is a funny thing.

You may fall in love for a day,
Then realize it’s not meant to stay.
A week might pass, you still feel the same,
But love shifts, it’s never just a game.
Is it just best friends, from start to end?
Or does love bloom for better or worse, my friend?
Love is a funny thing.

We all want forever,
But does forever truly last?
Can love disappear with the next sunset,
Or be washed away with the next tide, so fast?
Is being best friends the truest deal?
What’s the meaning of love that we feel?
Is it soulmates, or just words we've heard?
Love is a funny thing.

Is making love the same as being in love?
Or are they two roads, side by side,
Leading to places we can’t always decide?
Can we love another, and still love the first?
Can love be touched, or am I touched by love’s thirst?
When I fall in love, is the only pain I feel is the cost of love?
Who controls when I am to love?
Love is a funny thing.

I love my food,
I love a cold drink,
But does that mean I still love you,
Or is love just a passing wink?
Who stops the feeling of love?
Who saves you from the sudden fall of love?
Love is a funny thing.

Does love have an age?
Can it cross all lines,
From the young to the old,
From the old to the young,
Is it timeless, or confined by time?
Love is a funny thing.

They say I should love just one,
But which one should it be?
My best friend, my dog, the morning sun,
My food, the cold drink next to me?
Can love make time stand still?
Or does love shift with time’s will?
Can love break hearts, or heal them so?
Is love so powerful it makes us glow?
Love is a funny thing.

You told me you loved someone else,
And I wondered, what does that mean?
Can love overlap, or must it be clean?
Am I in love with my dog?
Am I in love with the sunset’s glow?
Am I betraying your love by doing so?
How do we decide who to love, and how?
What love do we cultivate, here and now?
Love is a funny thing.

Can love be virtual, or must it be real?
Can you fall for a message, an email, or a show?
Does love have shape, a weight, a feel?
Is love so heavy it can crush the invisible,
Can love crush our spirit or thoughts untouchable?
Does it sparkle like your eyes, or like the morning glow
On waves that crash and fade below?
Is it in person, or just a glow?
Can a smile alone, make the love grow?
Love is a funny thing.

But maybe love’s not so funny at all—
If I had to choose, I’d stand tall.
In a world of shifting tides and wings,
There’s one truth my heart brings:
I would choose you, through everything,
Maybe love’s not so funny after all.