I, too, am heir to blunder.
Likened to the Graceful stallion...

I find myself amongst the black and white.
My life is played upon sixty-four squares...

I and this lover embrace our clad cage,
We rehearse a tragic symphony of love...

Am I not the one you know,
The voice that heralds your worth...

Suddenly I am submerged in the depth you,
my shallow forethoughts of companionship...

Because of everything that you are
and everything that you stand for...

Ode to my little man,
Your smile is epic...

Too long I have feared love.
The one I held close spoke of such...

With tears in her eyes she kisses your tears away,
Her breath passing softly as your own quickly...

Vermillion Day,
Digression, passion...

"Laboring Love"
The melon hath ripened...

As life serves each days course,
Some weep for joy and some for remorse...