Love?s like a storm.
Unpredictable, consuming...

Nine months we’ve known each other
In that time, we’ve had so much fun...

The trials and tribulations
of life's proclamations...

Alive and well,
The bugs crawl...

The snow drifts down,
lazily floating to and fro...

The mountain lies
crumbled and worn...

A small rectangular box,
about twice the size of a shoe box...

A small spark sets it off,
A small stick helps it grow...

Two frogs,
Were sitting on a log...

There is a place far, far away.
A very magical place...

Barely Eighteen,
crouching in the scrub...

It’s that little feeling,
that I get when you’re around...