How do I tell you 

How do I tell you
The way you make me feel
How do I make you see
The feelings I have are real

How can I look into your eyes
When it makes me want to cry
And when you ask me
I cannot tell you why

I want so much to tell you
That I'm in love with you
But I am so afraid that if I do
You'll tell me we are through

Yet sometimes I feel you already know
How can you not see it
Every time I look at you
My eyes are brightly lit

Yet I wait for the right moment
Though it hurts me so
I want nothing more 
Than for you to finally know

And if by chance you read this
I guess that then you'll know
That every time I'm with you
Oh my love does grow

~Amber            Dec 4, 2000

His soul

His soul the man bequethed to you
His life his heart his mind
He has devoted every waking moment 
of his existence to the beauty of your 
smile

But yet you torture him with you thoughts
of only you, and pretending on your face you 
love him too. But yet behind that beauty and that smile
Which like in a dream seem to spill a thousand suns into a heart
Lie ravenous teeth that rip through his soul

And concealed behind those delicate hands,
with painted nails, and long slender fingers
Are stretching filthy sharp and horrible nails
that threaten to impale the very man who love, no loves,
you so
 

Through tinted eyes he watches
as if the agony and torture
is just love shaped in a wretched
form. And  as you do this to him, this ripping and
seizing of his heart,
 

He follows you like a whimpering and faithful pathetic
little puppy , worshipping your every movement
Answering your every whim and wonder
with ALL of his physical and mental capacity
and more than his weak mortal being can allow

And then there is you, the abusive owner
of this man  who loves you like a goddess and a queen,
Still and shattered now is this mans heart. The heart of a man who as strong and as faithful as a courageous lion. The color is now gone from his face
and his eyes are blank and dark

He stares with torment and despair
at the thing who once
called him
her love 

~Alan Kouns
 

To see one's self in Eternity 

Unmatched and unknown 
An existence without a beginning or an end 
is somewhat difficult to comprehend 
The stars this evening are strangely bright 
though beyond the millions that can be seen 
I know that there are infinitely many more 
that never will be 
The mountains a silhouette against the starry night 
exist to shield my eyes from an unknown place 
a different life 
The image a cradle as the cold and depth of space 
intertwine in sweet embrace 
And I feel as one, while I drift to sleep, 
with the eternity 
I know I will never understand.

~Krista Kouns
26 Sep 2000