We talk of philosophical truths
I listen...

Your back is long and perfect
It moves away from me...

You are the composer
The conductor of my heart...

I tell you that I love you as quietly as rain not...
As quietly as Daffodils not yet sprouted...

A poet is an artist who uses words
as brushes...

Falling in love is not worth the risk.
It always end up in tears and a broken heart...

Does the heart react to CBT?
Can seven weeks of talking therapy cure you of...

Every day I wait for you to turn and smile at me.
The smiles of all the others fall to the floor and...

So who gave you consent to thrill me?
Free licence to tempt and bamboozle me...

I saw you and I today.
My hand holding yours...

I didn't choose to fall in love you.
You rose through me like music does...

Memories loiter akin to abandoned railway tracks,
going nowhere, two tone, rust and moss...