You walked on my heart
spit on my pride...

I want to write for you
a poem which speaks of infinite love...

People don't expect
much from me...

'It was not cookies,
but secrets...

When all is calm,
you'll feel the orchids...

I never wanted to be a charity case,
to be loved out of pity, and not out of will...

She sits upon a rock near the beach
watching as the sun melts...

You always want to dig
deep under my skin...

Yes,sweetheart I know
that I've failed many times...

Alysia is intriguing,
I haven't seen her face in...

Should I start this
by stating that I cried...

Today I feel like a child at midnight
The wind plays with me as it pleases...