It is the mob mentality that keeps
You from me-this hysterical frenzy...

He beds me down with gentle words
His lips made of the finest honey...

There gallop the valiant knights
Their banners stream behind as robust kites...

A Hobbit's Recount
**read rapidly, no breaks except to breathe...

My life is one big mistake
I can never be what I want to be...

None of it matters because of you
You make the hurt go far away...

Cobra, how you wiggle and wind with such graceful...
Glassy, arrowhead scales rippling and waving like...

I am the forest ancient and full
I am the tree that stands proud and tall...

For all the times I might have lied
The same amount I am sure I have cried...

He Holds Me High (sonnet)
In high esteem, he holds me so dear...

I am sitting here
Thoughts of you running through my mind...