There are rats in our ceiling
Yes I hear them play at night...

There Aren't Many Things to Laugh About
they come as rare as eagle eggs...

Your stare.
There is nothing more enthralling...

When your soft lips brush against mine, it's like...
It's a moment that always takes my breath away...

There is absolutely no explanation
To an attraction that suddenly cages the heart...

I have to say I had a restless night
For my hands are eager to write still...

Pardon the insolence, hence the bow
For thy mouth to go gooey is part of the show...

Blank paper and a pen
Words scribbled within the space...

To what form shall I compare Thee, my Lord?
That I shall be complete when I attempt...

Loving is a lovely thing
every moment spent is love...

I am nervous
Because I have...

Your presence consumed
The love I have gently weaned...