If you exist
Why not you listen...

Words of heartfelt emotions evaporate like morning...
Were they all in vain, drifting towards a slow and...

I want to see the sunrise as I awake from my...
I want to feel the warmth of its rays upon my...

Poetic rhythms this heart in words transcends...
Impossible feelings neither quill nor ink this...

The sands of time drift effortlessly across the...
Each grain an experience gained with both success...

Waiting, waiting always waiting will he ever come?
Each morning I'm standing by the door, in rain...

Does your life compare to a box of chocolates,
a bowl of cherries or a walk in the park...

These words I write, though eloquent as not of...
Nor have they rhythm and depth those great poets...

Is there no reason why we can't be friends?
Or does the colour of our skin deter...

Two bodies converging inflamed with passion.
All inhibitions evaporating...

If love be the poets hand compose immortal words...

It doesn't seem ten years ago I nearly left this...
I'd just come home from work that day and was...