It's a catalytic repose
Of innocence and Dixie toes...

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...

Sequestered beneath the vortex is my mind
The mass of emotion, the knowing of you...

Vermillion Day,
Digression, passion...

Showered sacrament,
By the grace of His hand...

"Laboring Love"
The melon hath ripened...

Dramatic versatilities pound upon my existence.
Shady particles remain; parts of me that lie in...

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

And I, the protector of the covers.
Wished it gone for one hundred mothers...

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

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