I remember vividly
When you and I...
You
Know when...
A violin are her vocals.
For her lips speak no words, nor lyrics heard...
If
You've got...
People are always
Constantly trying to...
Before you read this poem I made this up a
new form of poetry called Denary Unrhyming. It has...
So once again
The pens in hand...
My
Adoration...
What if the true meaning of love
Was offically finally defined...
How many tics of the tocs, love?
How many more sunlit hours must I succumb to prior...
A radiant luminosity drizzled
upon trees...
Innocuous sentiment
To shackle and bind...