A yellow beauty
the little sunshine blooming...

Art is born within the mesmerizing circles
of your dark eyes...

Watchful-
for a twitch...

The lights are heading downtown
where Santa sits in a red chair, smiling...

You are not water,
maybe one day when your bed turns cold...

Odd is me in the early morning
Dancing to some secret tune...

Dear love, here you are asleep by this time
But I can’t sleep because I think of you...

I write about what love is
And the joy it brings to me...

Every poem is precious
because every poem is a delicate flower...

You taught us how to face the storm
that almost tore our boat of life away...

Fly...
I should know...

Frogs.
Hop.Croak...