You were the high tide.
You were the undertow too...
The conversation was so natural we both forgot we...
Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
“I’ve been watching too much Mayor of...
but what I meant was I’ve been thinking way too...
Want to keep silent,
just to live, but seeing faults...
The sun begins to bow
As the candlelight vigil begins...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
I woke up to warm blankets;
Sunlight filtering through the window in soft rays...
You remind me of the soft morning sunrises I use...
I felt so at peace as I watched the dolphins play...
Love without love.
What a paradox...