We Know
I think more than I ought to...

Were you not...

What I fear...

If we were pollen to float upon air,
Joined in the evenings breeze...

The world was harsh and dismal,
Weighty storms upon times clock...

W hen we make love we celebrate,
H eaven with our heart...

Why does a rose of beauty rare,
Spring forth to glorious birth...

With my eyes closed I see you clearly,
I feel your hand slip into mine...

Without a Word
Without a word...

Writing of a heart...

You Are My Bouquet...

The sum of all we’ll ever be,
Charted by the line of time...