Sunday morning
It is Sunday morning...

Writing makes me feel borderless,
my many journeys makes me feel explorative...

Friday afternoon,
I'm fresh, want your here...

Pompeii's glowing love,
horrors send from above...

Our definition of love in plural forms,
Can have a variety and thus a mixture of thoughts...

I found love
With some help from above...

Love is?
Love in an hourglass...

Seeds
Turn into sprouts...

You are always there
In front of my mind...

Morning has broken the night,
Now sunshine is covering us...

Hoping you will be better very soon I love you...
Today is changed because you sadly are ill...

Loveless I feel
You turned on your heel...