Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...
Rose Hill (Lilibonelle...
There is nothing for me to forgive;
I hold no resentment, no anger, no disdain...
It was raining.
Wind was straining...
Golden are the flecks in the iris of your eyes
A deep forest green lit with beautiful fireflies...
The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...
Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...
When I met you
It was like tasting lemon for the first time...
I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...
Weekends are becoming difficult to bear
The smile on my face is getting harder to wear...
Love -
shall never grow...
In answer to Edgar Allen Poes Anabel Lee
My love sweet Edgar, seeks only thee...