When will this battle of wills cease,

When will this battle of wills cease,
Between my body and my mind,
I am still seeking sweet release,
Which by your hands, I cannot find.
All I possess for my defense,
Be my perfect rosebud here,
My predicament furious and intense,
My flora pit against your sharp Spartan spear.
Think husband, for just one moment,
Of the glory of our deaths and this flower,
Its sweet aroma, heaven's scent,
Steeped in Aphrodite's juicy power.
Enjoy now its many pleasures, as all is now your own,
Its full effects on all the senses, thus far, are still unknown.

Emotions

Emotions, raging through my bodily being,
Like in a tempest in the sea,
Not knowing who to blame,
Is it you or is it me?
A little hollow boat,
At the mercy of the waves,
Desperately staying afloat,
While I fight Poseidon's horse-rage.
Losing all sense of self,
A steady ship is all I crave,
I would trade the world's wealth,

To escape this watery grave.
Feeling bereft of any peace,
Will this maelstrom never cease.

My eyes are starved,
Of your sun-burnt face.
My arms are starved,
Of your warm embrace.
My heart is starved,
Of your loving affection.
My soul is stirred,
By a strange apprehension.
Something is most wrong,
Though I know not, what and how,
Has it been, I oft wonder, too long?
Are you already forgetting me now?
Cold are you, though I myself am yearning,
The fire in me, for you, still burning.

Time Please

Save Money, save Animals, save the Earth,

Some of these things maybe we may achieve,

But our time is passing, right from birth,

Time cannot be saved, this you can believe.

So how do you decide on what to spend,

Each precious little moment received?

Laughing with, or caring for a beloved  friend?

Or working to earn financial relief?

Upon this query, here is my sound advice,

Linger on pleasing your heart and your head,

Time is so precious, and this is my theory,

Time waits for no one, I have heard, it said.

Stay honest and true each moment given,

To spend eternity in your own Heaven.

Mondays Child

Who made you, as perfect as you do look?

Was it the same hand that did create all?

Much care and attention, on you, He took ...

In love with you, everybody will fall.

Maybe, it is your Mother and Father

Who deserve all, the praise and the acclaim,

They've chosen the best traits from each other,

And sealed them all with their passionate flame.

But do be careful, rely not solely on your beauty,

As cruel life has its terrible ways,

Of ab-using time, when you're off duty,

To slowly steal your fair looks away,

'til one day thou shalt wish to seek your reflection, 

Your youth, and beauty, beyond recognition.

The Greatest of These is Love

You oft compare me to a cherub sweet,
Which in my head a picture makes appear,
Of a naked babe from head to her feet,
With a cheeky little grin from ear to ear.
I am no cherub, just a woman plain,
No wings of magic or true love to spread,
I speak my feelings true, just as my name,
And share with you the real thoughts in my head.
It is easy to love you, noble friend,
Your wisdom and heart you willingly share
Forever and ever, 'til time shall end,
My thoughts and feelings to you alone I shall bare.
We are like one person in mind, 'tis true,
Though we are far apart and split in two.

Dedicated to my friend Professor Hovhannes I. Pilikian,
 the source of my inspiration.