Poetry is my only true love... |
I wish we could talk without our words getting in...
Such lonely games we play that always sends me on...
My mother, who had three children,
Barbara, Nancy and then David, who is my mother's...
When I look into your eyes,
I see myself perched on top of the tallest tree...
A garden beyond paradise . . . beyond a land like...
a seed is blown . . . through strong winds and...
To honor this special day, I honor you in every...
To why, I have no clue I could never stop loving...