Vivid Imagination:

By any stretch of the imagination;

Your figments

are the darkness of my days—

Her face elegant as winter,

warms me like leaving

nothing to imagination!

She receives daggers

of the tribe in her chest…

don’t dig my grave today

AS I

don't have a lot of softening tools…

She considers my love for her,

a summary of virtue

tighten my chest,

yahoo the mind of one’s supplications ..

If we get away;

If we approach

Let be those whose kindest

concern themselves with all

my chest troubles-

I fear her eyes

she captures my imaginations soul—

A window to my heart erected;

Arrows topple my anxious heart

overworked mind

If she struck

If she is injured

If I die of longing,

I will die a martyr

If I die in love;

She’s the reason my heart sings

I took from my heart,

pique of emotion

I feel pulsation

I see the truth of you

in pleasant dreams

Slumber come

You are tenderness

you are the safety-pin

You’re the lamentation of my heart;

memories made with you,

were never a waste of time

by no stretch of the imagination

if I tire,

take me from the world,

whoever is in it!