I.
"I feel hungry,&quot...

Shall I compare you to another month?
You are as cold as March as I can tell...

My mind is drifting off.
I can't control my thoughts...

Are you a thorn or are you not?
You sting my stress away with just a touch...

whenever I’m hot
my ceiling fan gets turn on...

And a man once said to a woman:
make me your love...

As I feel as I lay on the grass,
As I feel as I mown the lawn...

To write a story in free verse
is to let the prose in you go berserk...

A star in my eyes gleamed
Since the moment I saw him...

I'll write about the color white
just take a look and see the sky...

for every lie,
I place a pillow between us...

At the mountain top, I'll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer's hue...