Love is infatuation when you are in love with
someone new your heart skips a beat for someone...
Love is a journey with two lovers as each
step I take will take me to my destination...
I am awake much earlier than her
As my eyes try to adjust in the night...
Should I inform these pages of our bed?
Could words have words for what is most unsaid...
She loved her high-heeled shoes, she was
cheeky, she had style, she would be dressed...
My lady is the moon upon my night;
The dark is far less dark around her eye...
I remember what
you’d say will history...
It speaks to us in thousand ways,
Ushering light into darkest days...
FLY, BUTTERFLY!
Lone among bevies...
We might be just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of ladybug wings...
In your daydreams do we make love?
Do you lend your mind to such...
She wrote out her name
On the sand where we walk...