I am thinking of you
Today...

'Twas The Ugly Duckling
Fancying itself a swan...

O beauty
O aura...

We create beauty
When we write...

You enveloped me
When others would flee...

Yesterday I was sad
But today I am happy...

They say she understands
Body language better...

The weather is like
Two enemies fighting...

Alas for the widow's mite
That which Christ adjudged...

At the sound of the gun
The squirrel falls dead...

When you seem tired
You need not worry...

When my head is full
Far from trying to empty it...